Fiction

Justice

The whole thing, the whole trajectory, changed when I realized I had left all my cash in Des Moines. Most of the cash had come from selling off the few things m...

Five Stars

I fiddle with the lock. The key always jams. I have no idea why, but every time I try to get inside our mailbox, I have the same trouble. I guess I could tell R...

PIT BULL

Christmas eve, Pete Summers was about to climb down the ladder from the roof of Clara Lessing’s home when a large brown pit bull came running down the driveway ...

DANCING WITH ETTA

You would think that something attached to threads moves in a jerky manner that resembles Pinocchio's clumsy walk, but her movements are smooth and graceful, wh...

The Other People

The screams upstairs were distinctly Ivory. “Ew- Dad! Kill it! Kill it!” she cried. “Where is it?” August returned, clunky sigh accompanying. “The bathroo...

You Be Illin’

With the money he'd made from his 23-house Newsday delivery route, Carl had purchased a TV, a VCR, a $400 Centurion Accordo Tour de France Limited Edition twelv...

Between the Lines

After a myriad of meandering meanwhiles, the crux of modern civilization came sharply into focus: lines. More specifically, what lines are, what they can and ca...

Beguilers

The specialist is coming to see me today. I’m told the first session will be a consultation. If I “cooperate” she can do for me what she did for a woman in Tall...

Highlander

It’s only us out here. Going fast on the dark road. Clare always takes the back way. Her Shortcuts. She’s my Best Friend. Her fingers on the steering wheel, min...

Coyote

Saint never had a lot of luck, but then again, who does? Mall food court. She was asking this manager for a job, a man with an eyebrow ring and a University ...

Day Job

I opened the closet. What would he like? Male professional, said the ad, seeking date with discreet, easy-going woman for fun, friendship, and more. The last on...

earthwork

1.   The moon is a sort of carcass. Don’t you think? It was God or a lover of God. Now she’s just an empty yellow thing, she said. It's not exactly yello...

Eleven

Despite being nine, you remember a lot about that day. You remember sinking into a beanbag, flipping through one of your favorite Magic Tree House books, get...

Boys to Men

The air was cold and misty when Garrett completed his first lap around Olsen Pond. Yesterday he walked four laps around the 1.2 mile trail, and today his goal w...