[ Short Stories ]
I needed an anniversary gift for my husband—well, technically he wasn’t my husband. At that point, we had …
“No more Richard Scarry memes. Let’s manifest this shit,” so spoke Liz Lilly, influencer-cum-mayor, in her inaugural speech …
(translated from the Polish by Dawid Mobolaji) I was telling you about Mama’s boyfriends – about their smell, …
The sophisticated lady sees the small helpless child contained in a steel cylinder. The child’s anxious upturned face is …
Before the game I asked my Girl to stop cheering for Doofus Danny, the roided out linebacker all the …
Janice learned early in her journalism career–when she still had a career, or access to that grand ladder of …
Leonard and I had laughed hard first, then with trepidation, when Caroline, at five years old and in …
Now, with your temporary elopement drawing to an end, every minute spent together was, for both of you, “worth …
1793The hickories and black gums done been naked a piece, and Christmas come and went two months past. …
Just below the fine white linen tablecloth, on his lap where only she could see it, he held …
Must be sixteen or older and show valid identificationI don’t personally have a problem with younger boys, but rules …
If I’ve learned one thing in my long slog through this vale of tears, it’s that any nincompoop …
Old Skeezer died many years back, before my time even. He was the town miser who lived at …
Kim is curled up in her favourite wingback chair, wrapped in the crocheted blanket her mother made for her …
Daylight, bright but not too bright, like it is on a cloudy day, a soft white with bluish …
On the drive home, NPR is talking about the earthquake in Turkey. It’s been all over the news for …
Anytime he sees a magnet, he runs his finger over its surface and glances at me. A boy …
In seventh grade, the year President Ford pardoned Nixon, Vinny and Lou asked me for help. A request …
Nick Flowers was a fifty something loner, a dreamer who slogged through life with a Tom Waitt’s song in …
The AC for the Judicial Annex to the Proudie County Hall and Public Records Building was on the fritz. …
There are always leaks. Sometimes during the early morning, Patrice’s skin seeps through every pore, even before Jacques …
He climbed the steps of a multicolored storybook Victorian house and shuddered. David Benson was worried about how …
Which of the torchless roads calls his name? The Emperor's head of trivia announces the death of choice.
BEFOREI was the one they called to the morgue to identify Davis. My phone rang just as I was stepping out of lecture hall.