Fiction

   With 30 minutes remaining before his daughter’s transcontinental flight was scheduled to land, Franklin made his way to the gate.

Do not look for fairies In these glens. I have come, far too late, to see the old things, Even to see my granddad’s birthplace. “ ’Twas last a stable,” I was told. But Ireland is changed now, And I find the old barn...

   My sister Nancy, brother Murray, and I, the youngest, would go to Grandpa’s farm each summer while my mother was teaching art at Tripp Lake Camp in Maine. We loved it and looked forward to it each spring. In the car after being...

   Wally was turning 90. I never thought he’d make it past 70 so it was cause for celebration. I blew up the green balloons that I had left over from St. Paddy’s Day and made Jimmy go out and get a cheap cake. News of a party...

February 15, 1968, Quang Tri Province, Vietnam    I’m in my 9th month of a 13-month tour as a Marine grunt, leading a rifle platoon of salty Marines, Delta One, on a combat patrol.  Mad Dog, the Company commander, has given me...

   When his once beautiful East End Avenue view was blocked by a new high-rise, Seth T. Schmule, Esq., had to stop using his telescope. He had recently taken the developer to court for obstructing his view, and lost. Now Seth could only...

    During my bachelorhood, Lent was sort of like the Tony Awards: I knew it occurred every year but that was about it.

   I remember when we arrived.  It was April 1958 and our farmhouse on Miankoma Lane was already 59 years old.  I was six and my brother not quite four.  On our first day, a cold April one, we walked up to a penny candy...
   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...