fiction

   We moved to Sammy’s Beach in East Hampton on Labor Day, Sept. 1, 1975. My 10-year-old daughter and 8-year-old son would start school two days later. Most of our belongings remained in our suburban New Jersey home and would have to...
   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...

   I was congratulating myself on a deep, dreamless sleep that had only been interrupted by my need to urinate. I fully expected to fall back into it effortlessly. I looked out of the lace curtains that framed our bedroom window. The...

What sucks isn’t that tomorrow I’ll be busy again too, but this evening, caramel cremes and hot chocolate aside, will be lackluster. A motive is nothing to be proud of. Hyper-caffeination leads to excessive bitterness. If only you...

   Christopher Palmer, our wiry high school custodian, threw me across the basement furnace room as easily as you might flick a Frisbee to a friend. I hit the wall and heard a couple of things crack, maybe a rib, definitely my arm —...

Part Two

   An icy fog clouded the eighth-floor windowpane in the Hyatt as soon as I eased my face against the glass. Specks of snow masquerading as white ash danced and twirled in eddies atop the wind that blew across the Danube. The falling snow...

   You try to lead a normal life, well as normal as possible, but as a Jewish vampire (kosher yet) I was having difficulties. Three hours after I moved into my new home on Mockingbird Lane; yes, I know it’s where the Munsters lived,...

   The era of the 1960s started with the torch being passed to a youthful and hopeful generation of Americans. The decade would start with the lofty aspirations of landing a man on the moon’s surface and safely returning them to the...