Category: Fiction

Luther couldn’t seem to stop drinking Brandy before bed. He would take his favorite green glass made in the forties and pour himself a couple ounces—maybe three and take the first sip in front of the kitchen counter, then turn...

They were in the inner pocket of her coat, between two slices of moldy bread — in a pro-tective plastic bag, of course — the nuclear launch codes. Angela walked through the streets. One hand was holding her tattered wool coat...

“Did you hear me? I’ll give you the ring.” John let go of the rusty door handle of his faded baby blue Chevy pickup and extended his hand towards Mr. Wilson. “Mary’s going to love it. When do we...

From the stone steps leading up to the Forest Hills train station in Queens there is an unobstructed view of where one of the Son of Sam murders took place. On an icy frozen night in 1976 and just off Station Square, a young...

The Lake Forester’s headline called her marriage to Tim Atherton “A Fairy Tale Match”. For a time, she believed it. She got pregnant on their honeymoon so her first year of marriage was eclipsed by acquiring and renovating their...

It was a cold, damp, dreary day, and I could feel the slight drizzle of raindrops on my face. Standing at the back of the crowd in the cemetery, my heels sank in the moist earth, a metaphor for how I was feeling inside....

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Somehow, she’d gotten separated from the others on the tour, wandered off through the sprawling remains of the 17th Century sugar plantation until the mid-day sun and a woozy rush of vertigo demanded that she find water and...

From the Alexander Romance tradition In the royal tent, at the foot of the mountain, during days of relative peace, I often spent time with Roxanne. This was by demand, as there was little for her to do and she was far from...

Hands on my widening hips, I watched Neal stretch the dead deer over the tailgate of Daddy’s truck. Vultures caught the scent and circled overhead, casting shadows around the truck. Neal looked up to acknowledge the scavengers...