Category: Fiction

The place where I find myself at the moment is out of the way, without doubt.  Some of my former associates would certainly call it backward: there’s no questio...

FRIDAY Summer has come on like the hot breath of Cerberus crossing the river Styx, except the river isn’t Styx, it’s the mouth of Plum Island Sound, and the sme...

Thomas left his father’s funeral without a word to anyone, not even his wife.  Instead of driving to the reception at the family farm, he pointed his car a thou...

Sophie Costello sat alone at the lunch counter in Albany’s Union Station, waiting for a cup of coffee. She heard a clock somewhere strike five. Around her peopl...

The cat, an orange tabby, showed up one cool foggy morning in late spring. By noon Belle had given it a name, Bianca Rose, on account of the rose-shaped white p...

“I’d never ski on river ice. Never.” It was that second “never” that got under Fling’s skin. What the hell was it to that old man if Fling skied out on the Peno...

INT. BATHROOM – DAY I stare at myself in the mirror above the sink. Eyes like pits sunk in bruised fruit. Skeletal cheeks. Parentheses framing my mouth as if I ...

Dr. Grene was the first to congratulate me on my gold medal, which I had won, not so much because I had finished in record time, but simply because I had aged i...

As Georgia was walking Sam, the dog of a friend, he lunged after another dog and Georgia was so startled she dropped the leash. Before she could get it again, S...

  Zachary drew his first map at age six. Drawn in a single sitting and completely from memory, it was a flawless depiction of the bus route between his gra...