Category: Fiction

  At a quarter to six, Kennen Cass begins his day on the roof of an eighteen-story building.  After he gauges the speed of the wind (ten miles an hour from...

  Under her straw hat, Evelyn broke off the brown seedheads and dead stalks winter had left and heard the answering machine pick up inside her house.  She’...

She remembered this:  The time she stepped onto the roof of her childhood home in San José, the time she felt the tilting shingles under her feet as her father ...

The big Egyptian appeared suddenly. Arm extended like a sentry, palm held up – halt! –  the man blocked Harold on the sidewalk, glaring as though the mere...

Matt and Irene’s daughter Lizzie was away at a slumber party – an Astronomers’ Party, she and her friends called it; they were going to stay up late and record ...

Picking up loose change — it was Henry’s idea.  An activity — not a crime, not even a misdemeanor.  And any sport that aroused his enthusiasm was wo...