Fiction

Dream Story

Daniel led a dreary life, entering data into a computer at a small publishing company and coming home to a mother who suffered from a serious form of dementia, ...

The Park

She is staring at my dog taking a shit. I can see her lip curling as she looks on, assessing the damage, the viscosity, and fall speed. I watch her while she ga...

Opening

Rachel is wearing herring bone patterned red and yellow yoga pants, a black t-shirt with Dolly Parton’s smiling face on it, and a faded headband (the kind Richa...

Food Pyramid

Where we work is not a co-op. Privately owned, we are taught to say. All of us owned privately for this wage or that salary, a number we hide like an embarrassi...

Digital burnout

It was a mindless Thursday, and every object had been shouting at Petunia: “Find purpose,” “Do something more with your life.” She couldn’t sit down for two min...

Keeping Warm

Sweet pea, put on your coat, it’s cold out.” “Cold? How cold?” “It’s 28 degrees.” My daughter looked at me, confused. I rolled my eyes at myself for th...

The Town

When we arrived in the town everyone looked at us like we were little objects they could tame with their eyes. In those days, we craved approval like a dog want...

Tulips

Elise hadn’t known Dylan well enough to call him a friend, exactly, but in the strange summer between the end of exams and Results Day, she had sometimes seen D...

Bomb Cyclone

I woke up early to drive Rae to the airport. I’d gone back and forth about the Mardi Gras trip and finally decided to stay in Denver. We’d just moved into a new...

December Now

I’m crying because I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because I’m crying. I wish I could cry myself to sleep. I haven’t been sleeping well since graduation. I usua...

Acknowledgements

The stories in this collection would not be what they are today without input and support from Giacomo, Cavin, Mike, Graham, Alan, Bria, and some others I’m for...

Summer Rental

Everyone comes to this house to die. My husband says I’m melodramatic, lots of people who come to this house stay alive just fine. Most hike the woods, enjoy th...

Nostalgia

If I have any kind of hookup for anything I immediately tell people. Not because I want to help or coordinate an introduction but because I want it to be known ...

Run, Run, Run

Jimmy “the Baker” Reed, head detective of the NYPD, muscled through the maze of cops and yellow police tape surrounding him. Veterans and rookies alike avoided ...

Jeopardy

Everybody in the short story class had a dead dad except Dan. At times he suspected this left him at a disadvantage, creatively-speaking. While his peers’ work ...