Category: Fiction

“Boomerang, nomerate the zeddiest zed in the lexigraph,” I said.  While I leafed through the last volume of The Condensed OED on the sofa, my sister Jane sat cr...

The girl flew over the handlebars while the boy who loved her stood still. It was the girl’s birthday and now she was going to die. The neighbor man who had see...

  It started with roses.  They were pink, two dozen of them with short, uneven stems, wrapped up in bright red crepe paper that curled at the edges and tie...

When I wake on my sixteenth birthday the Pope is standing over my bed.  He’s staring at me and he doesn’t look away. “You and I,” he says.  He nods toward...

  Aaron glanced up when the spoon hit the floor, and for that second Katherine’s boy was all Ken: something about the angle of his chin and the blank, ungu...

I had never heard of Clínica Tikal and probably never would if not for my annual visit to my abuela and cousins in Guatemala. I had just finished training at th...

  Even in the postwar boom of the fifties, they could not seem to get ahead.  Like the fairy tale whose plot Matt could never remember, he and Irene spun and sp...

  The animals had been cleared out, sold one by one to families looking for pets or fresh poultry. Only one remained: a fat, over-wooled, gray-speckled lla...

  If Ariel ever found a lover, Summit once teased her, it would be at the hospital where she worked. “Because of all the sexy orderlies?” she asked him. “B...

When Johnny Betz saw Jeannie Betz he wasn’t sure it was really her. It had been quite a few weeks—outside of lengthy, odd phone calls—since they’d sat down and ...