Category: Fiction

I. “Caleb Holloway,” he said, disturbing Elvina’s meditation. She opened her eyes and considered him rude. It was obvious that she was occupied. Elvina was seated in her gun metal gray wheelchair among the pine grove on the hill...

“Your bill is ready, Mr. Biggs, but Tulip needs recovery time.” Jesse looked at the page and read $8.59.04. He blinked and looked again, $859.04, “I can pay four cents. I might even come up with four hundred cents.” Jesse had...

“Are you going to eat that?” He couldn’t believe he’d said that, then again, he could. He wasn’t exactly a prose-master, was known to lean into the occasional cliché. Plus, the last of Maryanne’s tuna melt looked pretty darn...

She was tired. Eventually, she had to say something. “Hon,” he called from the den; “Come see what I just found.” She was comfy on her couch reading a novel she’d been trying to get to for months, but he was so excited that she...

Book 6 Moths circled in the glow of the chandelier while dust sparkled on beams of light. The peaceful surroundings were deceptive: voices floated down the corridors. Digby, the head librarian, said, “Look for signs. Remove...

I hold firmly to my grandparents’ land and the land of the grandparents before them. A sentinel. Guardian. Benefactor. Transmitter of underground broadcasts. I breathe the sky above, drink the water beneath, hold firm to the...

Me and my friend were sitting at the train station because we had just participated in the Hands Off All of Our Democratic Things, dear Administration march and we were tired, not because it was a long march, but because the...

Ted watched Muriel, his wife of 20 years, put down her book then turn off her bedside light. He’d hoped at least for the usual “good night,” but wasn’t surprised when she silently rolled on her side, away...

His flaming red hair mimicked the fire burning in his mind. The one he tried to put it out with Old Grand Dad, but it just kept on raging—alcohol fueling the flames. Life had dealt him one card away from an inside straight hand...

Tom pilots the Sea Ray next to the blue-and-white mooring ball as Kate deftly reaches over the bow to grab the line and tie off to the cleat. Then Tom kills the engine and the 25-footer dances in the chop. Something in your...