Fiction

“Never hand me any art projects while I am on the toilet. Wait until you hear a flush and my hands are dry. Just don’t open the door. Don’t. When you are older you will be glad I asked you to do this.”

From my fourth-floor lanai I watch them enter. Men clad in white and blue jackets, colorful ties and pressed pants; women in evening gowns and fancy purses, decked out in glitter and gold, their hair beautifully coiffed, as if they’ve just...

Here I sit, on the aft deck of a sleek, 70-foot-long sport fishing boat, looking out over an empty ocean, not another vessel in sight. Mark Canter has disappeared into the cabin, where he is now likely selecting the proper knife — he has an...

Charlie Kane sat at the head of the dinner table among those he cherished most, concealing a hideous truth. He wondered how he was able to swallow down his food, to joke, lightheartedly, with his sisters. Had he always expected this outcome, or was...

At least as Paul recalled their first meeting, it happened on an unremarkably warm afternoon just as summer was reacquainting itself with the East End. He’d been assigned to interview Olivia for an article his newspaper was putting together...
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words. Authors can either e-mail their pieces (in text or Word format) to submissions@...

She opens the rear door of her car and draws out a shiny baby blue box with tiny white flowers covering it like a galaxy of stars. She looks like any other citizen exercising her right to discard unwanted items at the household exchange. She wears a...
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words. Authors can either e-mail their pieces (in text or Word format) to submissions@...

A delicious home-cooked dinner has been cleared and lovely coffee and desserts are served on the red-checkered tablecloth, candles lit against the setting sun. Marshmallows, rotated to a golden brown over a crackling wood fire, taste extra sweet....