[ Short Stories ]


Magic Slippers
He climbed the steps of a multicolored storybook Victorian house and shuddered. David Benson was worried about how …
So Slowly Goes the Day
Which of the torchless roads calls his name? The Emperor's head of trivia announces the death of choice.
How to Love a Rotting Thing
BEFOREI was the one they called to the morgue to identify Davis. My phone rang just as I was stepping out of lecture hall.
The Preacher Before His Time
He thought he knew these people. Through the lens of his cracked shield needing a wash to better shine …
Town Centers aren’t Shopping Malls
“It’s a doctor’s appointment,” I speak loudly to make sure my colleague hears me on the speaker because traffic’s …
Rhubarb, Rhubarb
Allan and me sit on the stoop like we always do. Near the corner of West 4th Street.
The Small Horseshoe Bay
She cried as they made their way down to the small horsehoe bay, on the stony path through the …
Troubleshooting An Unresponsive House-Human
These overpriced, one-use icky organic wares stubbornly resisted my attempts to elicit a response. I prodded and jabbed at …
Where She Went When She Was Gone
There was a woman who came sometimes to the back door of my club. She would knock four times …
Urban Odyssey
The bagel rolled out of my sweatshirt pocket and spun to a stop in the bus lane. That was …
Pull Backwards Means Push
I first saw Billy in the liberal arts building. My attention latched on to his swirly gait, though I …