We met at art college. Dorothy was the one with talent, everyone saw that. And, I imagine, no-one could see what she saw in me. I got thrown off the course at the end of the second year, but we… Continue Reading
This morning I scrubbed the apartment more thoroughly than was necessary considering I’d declined all visitors, both the well- and ill-wishing kind. I ignored the phone. The battery will be dead in a few hours and I’m considering letting it… Continue Reading
The autumn’s morning fog has thinned to steam by the time Roland Adder’s rusted-out-red pick-up reaches the grove’s edge, dilapidated horse trailer in tow. Beneath swaying skeleton-finger branches, maple and oak leaves crackle under his bowlegged gait as he plods… Continue Reading
This time last year, she’d been dead. She remembers lying against Leo’s chest, fiddling with the bracelets on his wrist. He had asked her about something involving the time, but she hadn’t really been listening. The next thing she knew… Continue Reading
Madame Daphne rarely went out, but when she did, high-heels were nonnegotiable. She liked her shoes black, shiny, and pointy-nosed, as much as she liked her shawls to have fringes and the sprinkles of beads at the ends, and her… Continue Reading
Alexis blamed herself when she caught Bea kneeling by the sign the next day. She was supposed to watch Bea when she was near the street. Bea didn’t quite understand cars yet — she tended to underestimate their speed and… Continue Reading
I had my first mystical experience when I was seven. I was at my grandfather’s. We were on the sofa together watching cartoons, when all of a sudden the screen went black. In the cartoon’s place appeared a photo of… Continue Reading
My baby sister is marrying the ghost of a pirate. When it came to her imaginary friends, Anita always pushed the limits. Growing up she insisted our mother set a place at the table each night for her favorite, a… Continue Reading
Last night Sally dreamed she was kissed by Lauren Bacall. The actress’s silky hair veiled the moment from Sally’s husband who slept beside them. Awake and in the shower, she clutched the kiss in her hand so it wouldn’t slip… Continue Reading
There are three strangers with me in the sheltered bus stop. The winter storm keeps us behind the protective glass but the wicked wind relentlessly abrades it, trying to steal what little heat we have in the small space. The… Continue Reading