Timothy Boudreau

Timothy Boudreau lives in northern New Hampshire with his wife, Judy. His collection Saturday Night and other Short Stories is available through Hobblebush Books. His novel All We Knew Were Our Hearts is due out from ELJ Editions in 2026. He is an editor at The Loveliest Review. Find him on Twitter at @tcboudreau or at timothyboudreau.com

LEGATO TONGUE by Timothy Boudreau

In the mid-eighties most Prescott High band members cheat on the terminology test, since Mr. Madison can’t see past the front row. Brass and woodwinds retreat toward the percussion section, sit with answer keys on their music stands. Percussionist Colin Andrews sits alone, no cheat sheet, scores a 96%. All three percussionists, Colin, Danny Gabriel, and Liz Reynolds, live in Perch Hollow Trailer Park. Colin gets it: growing up on the poor side of town naturally makes them want to pound the shit out of something. Liz lets all the neighborhood boys practice on her in her father’s shed; they…

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PLEASE FORGIVE ME, MIDNIGHT ANGEL by Timothy Boudreau

That morning Cristina’s husband Charley brings her breakfast from the Diner,  gray hair tufting from under his ball cap as he hands her the bag with an egg and cheese sandwich. “Why aren’t you coming again?” she asks as she unwraps it.  “Off to provide another goddamn eight hours of superior customer service,” he says. That’s been his life: jobs with name tags and aprons, jobs where the dickhead customer’s always right.  “Make sure you eat before you leave,” he goes on. “Give my best to her family.”  “Not sure who’s even left.” “Wasn’t for staffing issues, I’d be there.”…

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LITTLE SISTER, WHY HAVEN’T WE HEARD FROM YOU? by Timothy Boudreau

We remember the shy teenager who visited aunts and uncles with a novel and a piece of knitting.  The adult in an over-sized sweater, huddled in a corner over a cup of tea. Though separated by ten years we had similar interests and for a time considered ourselves creative people. We always meant to collaborate.  What happened? * Especially now I feel you may have insight to offer.  Wisdom from a place unknown to the rest of us. Thus enclosed find a few ideas.  Feel free to alter them in any way.  Merge your memories. Melt your vision over mine…

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