Fiction

Blanket Sleeper Feet I hear them running down the hall as if it were yesterday. The brushing sound of little feet against the ceramic floor, running to see what Santa left, running to find the Easter Bunny treats. Early in the morning, eyes groggy...

Michael was describing where he’d found the figurine when a shout from the upstairs startled us. “Boys, what’s going on?” said the skinny man who was now in the living room, a beer bottle in his hand. It was 2 p.m., but it was dark inside the house, all of the surfaces occupied by catalogs and remotes and broken pencils and T-shirts, the air...

A year ago, at the age of 92, my widowed mother spent her days in one of South Florida’s numerous four-story, pink cinderblock, sanitized senior communities. (“Over 55 years; Children Prohibited.”) Other than occasional aches and pains and some loss of hearing, her physical health was remarkably strong. Upon meeting my mother it was her keen...

Captain Brown has returned us to the north grounds where he’d taken the largest right whale of his career less than one year ago. The man had been so full of cheer to begin this journey, but he’s since quieted, his bearded face slackened, eyes rinsed with doubt, and the crew’s talk of rubbish on his behalf has become a common murmur, when they...
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I have resisted stashing summer away: While my cottage by the bay is quiet once again, the furniture and umbrellas are still out.

“So c-o-o-o-old” is what the voice in Bobby Nyson’s head had screamed after the ice splintered beneath his feet. They’d been coming home from trick-or-treating when they’d come to the pond in the woods, the black layer of surface ice reflecting the rising harvest moon.

“Have you ever had a colonoscopy?” I asked. It was our second date, sitting in a cafe after the ballet. “I don’t know your age, but you are in the right neighborhood.” Barbara was stunned! “No,” she answered, “should I?”

He found her sleeping in the garden at the base of the Belvedere steps, the theater buzzing with pre-show activity. She awoke immediately and smiled up at him. “Come,” she said. He followed her up the stairs to the castle, the landing dotted with tourists posing for each other. She walked beneath the gazebo to the railing and stretched out her...