At Low Tide ~ Joan Wilking
Early that morning in the first week of July, after three days of steady rain, the sun came out to glitter briefly on the steely waters of the bay. That spring ...
Category: Fiction
Don’t Ask Don’t Tell ~ Karen Wunsch
On a late October night in Greenwich Village, the rain was like a mist and it was unseasonably warm. When Jonathan saw a café with an outdoor table sheltered by...
Walkathon ~ Elizabeth Poliner
One night Celia bolts upright in bed. A vision has just passed through her mind of her childhood friend, Nadine. In the dream, Celia and Nadine, along with the ...
How You Get Here ~ K.C. Frederick
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...
Some Fish ~ Joan Wilking
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...
Ghosts ~ Katherine D. Stutzman
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 Stray ~ Bill Marsh
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...
Ice ~ Robert Klose
“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...
Against All Evidence ~ Eric Laster
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 Gives Advice ~ J. Weintraub
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...