Fiction

The Train

Somebody is sitting in her seat. It’s the best seat on the train. It’s in carriage five out of nine – precisely in the middle – whose doors open directly int...

Bark at the moon

“Molly Olly oxen free!” Burt sings to us. He takes the wadded up tissue at the twist, puts it deep in his mouth, swallows exaggeratedly and chases with a shot o...

The Lay Club

They tossed the balls with sticks, curved ones like worms at attention, going long and cutting short, creating the impression, with lines, that the dogs ran cir...

Sea Foam

It all started one of those late Thursday nights her first year of college when Elizabeth (Lizzy) was working on some essay or project (forgive me, I am telling...

Modern Weapons

Since the divorce, my daughter and I use the oak tree in the backyard of my rental house as target practice. It’s our way of bonding. I convince Sarah to preten...

STRAY

G was back from Berlin and texted, so I went to his place. The 3 to the L, ears popping below the East River. It was August and muggy. More gray had crept into ...

Breakup Robot

I married the breakup robot. Her name was Lucia. She’d been rented by Joan, my girlfriend of seven years, who’d tired of our relationship but didn’t feel like g...

Save Our Spiders

Spiders are as unique and varied as humanity, if I may be so bold to say. Their behavior is more predictable, so with just a few close looks you can learn many ...

Sandstorm

On a sultry summer night, Timothee Chalamet showed up at the doorstep. Traces of sand particles on his curly black hair. His ash-grey warrior-like outfit carrie...

Kafka

When I needed a special service, I thought of Rick. Rick was odd: a fear addict, for want of a better term. He was notorious in the crowd he ran with for the qu...

Hoax

It was 10:34 on a Tuesday morning when the news came out. Less than an hour later, the headlines had already gone global, leaving the internet aghast, full of q...