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
Getting Dressed Across town, there is a woman trying to decide what to wear on a first date. All of her clothes are scattered around the room. She holds two dresses up to herself in front of the mirror. She… 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
The phone on her nightstand rang, interrupting her morning ritual of negative self talk. She sighed at her reflection and turned on her heel, walking with exaggerated slowness. With luck, she would be too late to answer it. She wasn’t…… Continue Reading
At the end of the universe, after everyone that had ever lived had passed into the afterlife, there was a dance. Over a hundred billion soulmates from across millennia finally found one another, coming together in pairs that in effect… Continue Reading
Orange streaks the black sky, and the sun burns as red as Mrs Holt’s face when she shouts at the class. I stand beside my mother. Outside, Dad is wrapped head to toe in fabric, and buckets of water sit… Continue Reading