Category: Fiction

Accidents of the Present Time

The grass is trimmed like my father obsesses over. It’s green as Heineken bottles, as my mother’s eyes when shining with tears, and the white lines that frame it up and down stand out like Claire’s porcelain skin at Ricky’s son’s baptism.

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Where the River Narrows

” ‘There are four ways to get into Narrows,’ Grandpa once said, leaning back in a rocking chair in his Colorado living room. ‘Two’ Grandma countered. ‘One across the bridge, one along the railroad tracks where you turn right.’ ‘There are four ways,’ he insisted, ‘but it took me twenty years to find them all.’ “

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How Many Beasts

“When we pull up to Auntie’s in our blood-colored minivan, Olly is definitely gone.”

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Ham Radio

Chorally.

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TIME TRAVEL

“So she had boarded this train, not sure where to go, not sure how to heal her fractured soul. Her life was stuck at 1:27.”

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Pandora Speaks

Who would have given a damn about me if not for that box?

As punishment for Prometheus’ gift of fire, the gods gave me to men. They gave me to men. I was a poisoned gift. But the importance of a poisoned gift is the venom it bears, not the gift. The box, not Pandora.

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Last Summer

“Fairy-tales like this weren’t supposed to be true. He felt that if he didn’t say anything, then none of it was real. And if it wasn’t real, it couldn’t possibly be taken away from him.”

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The Poster

Sometimes the world has a way of telling you when you have a calling.

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Le Lapin

Ruth is anxious to meet baby sister. Yet a chance encounter with a strange magician and his rabbit render the future anything but predictable.

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Reuse, Recycle, Recover

Maybe he would drop the umbrella, walk away with long strides, and not even glance back at the girl with the ladybug canvas at her feet.

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Teeth

“He said something, but I couldn’t hear what. His face started to blur. Warm face, I heard my thoughts say. Warm face.”

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The Day

“Dad, there’s something in the pool.”

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