Samantha had spent the last week in suspension, waiting for doctors and nurses to give her some kind of real information instead of vague hints and reassurances. Her laptop, journal, and book had gone untouched in her bag. She had… Continue Reading
Not long ago, I saw my neighbor Ed Mancini sitting alone inside his Subaru in the parking lot outside the Bank of America branch here in Bowman’s Corner. Ed was staring straight ahead out the front windshield, lost in thought… Continue Reading
1. We live in a summer resort town. In the winter, no one is around but us and the workers at the flour mill. For our exercise, we jog laps in the drained lazy river at the water park. Sometimes,… Continue Reading
“It was humid and stuffy inside the Magach tank that sat on the ridge of Golan Heights, where rocky hills separate Israel from Syria. Abraham sat beside me, cleaning dust off his specs with a piece of cloth; they were… Continue Reading
Before Norman went to college, he’d never been out of the Bronx, and even during his undergraduate years he rarely ventured south of the City College campus. It was an uncle, his mother’s older brother, who found him the lead. … Continue Reading
— trigger warning for statutory rape, ephebophilia, sexual predator — Facts may appear solid. Jane knew they mattered, especially since she made her living as a lawyer. History happened, just as stone transmuted into sand, and memories drifted like the… Continue Reading
“There’s a house on Macky Ave for sale.” My husband looks up from his phone. “Really?” “Hmm.” I focus on buttering my toast. “On the sunny side.” “Well, we better go take a look.” I shrug. “Bound to be too… Continue Reading
The fire had been burning for eight hours, but the earth was still not soft enough. Just as Harold predicted. It had been an unforgiving winter: sub-zero temperatures for months, ice storms, and buckets of snow. It had taken Harold… Continue Reading
There’s a river, and a desert, and a boat, and the river winds its way on through the desert while the boat crawls along it like an ant going up a ribbon. A filthy, brown ribbon. A damn, gray ant.… Continue Reading
A hand. That is what I remember. Its warmth on my skin. The soft skin hidden within the curve of my thigh. The place I like to fold my own hand at night. It’s cosy there. Warm. Comforting. It feels… Continue Reading