“Hers Alone” appeared in Ballyhoo Stories in 2004.
Mr. Blaisdell shook his head, cleared away some of the slush from the base with his foot, and stepped up. Ruth had the fleeting image of him walking around the base, teetering with his arms outstretched, exaggerating the danger like a child, then suddenly remembering he was a sixty-year-old man, slipping on a patch of ice, and falling and cracking his head to bleed to death in front of her, while she stood rooted in the slush, wanting to run for help, but afraid to leave him alone, helplessly watching him bleed to death. He secured his balance, reached over to the central stem of the fountain, grasped it, and shook it. “How come the fountain don’t work?”