The forest gave a sigh of relief — Paul Bunyan lay sleeping his final rest, his last tree felled. The funeral was almost as large as the legend himself and took place over several days. The will was read and… Continue Reading
“We could always just run it over,” Patricia said. I wasn’t paying much attention. The November sun was smudgy white against a harsh gray sky, and I was thinking how very lonely the sun looked, how barren eons of existence… Continue Reading
A small hand squeezed my own over our compartment’s handrail. “Look, Daddy — lellephants!” She smiled, radiantly. “I see them.” I tousled her eternally knotty hair as she continued to stare in wonder at the giant African mammals. Or were… Continue Reading
The first time you visit the House of All Hours, you’re smaller and younger and can’t see over the chair rail. But that doesn’t bother you because there’s no need to see higher. Even down here, it’s all candy and… Continue Reading
D.S.S. agent Roy Lombardi looked up from his palm tablet. “Kelly?” “Sir?” “You are to meet with Jemal Yavuz at this address in Kurtulus.” He handed me a paper. “Why me?” “You know Istanbul.” “This meeting might be a trap.”… Continue Reading
The silence was a few minutes deep. The pair had surrendered to it when they ran out of stories about mutual friends from the three years since their last rendezvous. The boy used the lull to sip his americano; today’s… Continue Reading
The taxi driver pulls up to a crumbling brick apartment building in Brooklyn Heights and I think to myself that surely a being as menacing as Krampus must have a greater reward than a fourth-floor walk-up without a river view.… Continue Reading
Evening sunlight leaks through curtains and blankets the floor in soft, gold light. It flows across Buddy’s fluffy blonde fur, granting him the warm summer naps he loves so much. Minutes pass and hints of purple and orange take the… Continue Reading
Despite their differences, the two wizards had always agreed that the mushroom soup at Ko’s was a superior dish amid a wasteland of mediocre suburban cuisine. It contained seven distinct species of exotic fungi in a clear, fragrant broth speckled… Continue Reading
Matthew and John met under the Fourth Street bridge as they often did. But this was no ordinary meeting. Tonight was a special occasion. Each man carried a cardboard box under his arm which had been wrapped up in great… Continue Reading