Each human is a story untold. Buried Things is ten of them.

A collection of short stories about the love that never announces itself.

A father who braids the mane of a mare every morning, the way he used to braid his daughter's hair. A driver who steps out of his car to sit with a stranger. A husband who waits in the car every evening without ever saying why. A girl who spends her whole life trying to make her family proud and never quite understands why it is never enough. A therapist who visits a dementia patient every single day, even when the patient will never remember she was there. And an elder daughter who searches an abandoned city for food, only to tell bedtime stories to her younger sister just to hear her giggle.

Yesterday he drank it for courage. Today he drank it for peace.

For a long time, she had not seen a face this young beside her.

Please don't leave me alone. I have no one left to make me laugh.

The pakoras were still warm.

Means somewhere else is burning now.

Quietly devastating. Deeply human.