Category: Fiction

Unable to convince her well-intentioned colleagues of their utter foolishness, Miss Virgie Osco had no choice but to appeal to Franklin Delano Roosevelt himself...

Lydia and Rowley jogged a cool-down lap around the Central Park reservoir track after their running class, reveling in their sore quads and aching hamstrings. “...

  Every weekday morning, Lance Dial got out of bed fifteen minutes before six as if he still had a train to catch for work. He showered, shaved and dressed...

  Jacob Carbunkle joined our seventh grade class three weeks before the Milburn’s three-year-old son was kidnapped. He told us his parents were going to do...

The fall of their senior year, when they lived side by side in singles on the third floor of Little Hall, Lulu received an anonymous love letter. It was not her...

  Early Monday morning, Suzanne handed her husband his phone, his keys, and an envelope of legal documents.  She’d pulled the documents from his desk...

  McBride received a call from a television station in another state. His daughter, a college student, had been involved in an environmental protest and wa...

  She had to match up his little socks last. It probably made no difference to anyone else how it got done, just as long as it did. A chore for most. They ...

  What was most extraordinary about the neighborhood was how familiar it looked. It was, of course, her own neighborhood, though seven years older, and it ...

    On the bus out to the Cape, Karla caught me marking several of my more important items with my name: my camera strap; my little bag of toiletries;...