Fiction

It was a hand-me-down house. In another century, it had been the work of a great-great uncle twice removed or some long forgotten grandfather that had never known she existed.…

It was the stroke. Everybody told him how “remarkable” it was that he had gained back so much movement on his right side. “A miracle at your age,” his doctor…

Carla parked next to a rusted blue pick-up with a cracked windshield. The kids scrambled out of the car. She caught Sam, and slipped the straps of a small backpack…

She wanted to laugh at the American’s pained expression. I only asked for milk, Americana, what’s with the angst?

Ever since we watched Forrest Gump my daughter likens everything to a box of chocolates: bookstores, her sixth-grade classroom, our house. You, I tell her, would be the nutty one;…

The thought comes from nowhere with absolute clarity: she is scared of him, scared for him. She is simply and completely terrified.

They all believed it, everyone but Rita, who saw the addition for what it was—a mirage, something that her mother and father had invented to keep them all from cracking,…

Dani stills herself and loosens the tension in her shoulders. She places a yellow block on top of the fifth yellow block in a column of six. She has already…

But my husband stood at the very bottom and looked into the vertiginous space above us, spiralling up and up, and said he felt like he was gazing at heaven.…

“Let’s love, baby. . .” Marvin sings – one of Josh’s favorites. He’s home already? She had planned to help him pick up his tux after he got home from…

I ran into my daughter Alice by the train station one afternoon. I was on my way to pick up my car. It had broken down on a back road,…