Recent Stories: Fiction

November 23, 2016
Zacharov was in his Moscow apartment. The apartment was dark except for the glow of the 15 computer screens, each manned by a trained hacker.

Zacharov was in his Moscow apartment. The apartment was dark except for the glow of the 15 computer screens, each manned by a trained hacker.

He was working on a plan for Putin. He thought he noticed that information was being downloaded from Hillary’s server. He read the latest email sent from the Brooklyn staff servers — the motherlode of secret information.

November 17, 2016
We had just moved from West Virginia to Atlanta. My husband, a fund-raiser, had taken a job there with a charity. We bought a little three-bedroom house for $13,500 in Decatur on the outskirts of town, 1398 Willevee Drive. The price of the house is a dead giveaway that it was a long time ago —1963.

We had just moved from West Virginia to Atlanta. My husband, a fund-raiser, had taken a job there with a charity. We bought a little three-bedroom house for $13,500 in Decatur on the outskirts of town, 1398 Willevee Drive. The price of the house is a dead giveaway that it was a long time ago —1963.

November 10, 2016
Georgie McFadden marched with purpose through the twice-baking summer heat that radiated from above and ricocheted from below off the endless pavement as he headed toward the one-hour photo shop on Third Avenue.

Georgie McFadden marched with purpose through the twice-baking summer heat that radiated from above and ricocheted from below off the endless pavement as he headed toward the one-hour photo shop on Third Avenue. 

November 3, 2016
It was fall in Charlottesville. The air was still warm, leaves crunched beneath the feet of many thousand students treading brick-laid paths on their return to campus, and Annie and I were smitten with each other. We had met a month or so into our first year at college, I from Long Island and she from Lynchburg, Virginia. I lived in the dorm next door to hers.

It was fall in Charlottesville. The air was still warm, leaves crunched beneath the feet of many thousand students treading brick-laid paths on their return to campus, and Annie and I were smitten with each other. We had met a month or so into our first year at college, I from Long Island and she from Lynchburg, Virginia. I lived in the dorm next door to hers. 

October 27, 2016
When I was a kid on Long Island in the ’60s no one ever wondered what characters their parents were going to be for Halloween. Unlike Memorial Day, when families went to the beach together, or July Fourth, when all the neighborhood adults had barbecues, set off fireworks, and got drunk on Schaefer beer, Halloween was reserved for the 13-and-under crowd.

When I was a kid on Long Island in the ’60s no one ever wondered what characters their parents were going to be for Halloween. Unlike Memorial Day, when families went to the beach together, or July Fourth, when all the neighborhood adults had barbecues, set off fireworks, and got drunk on Schaefer beer, Halloween was reserved for the 13-and-under crowd.

October 20, 2016
Out in the water, to the right, is a rock in the shape of a lion’s head. It rests its chiseled chin on the salty tide. The rest of its body is hidden by the sea, like a lot of things out here. Some people are not sure that the rock looks like a lion, but I am. I have heard it roar.

Out in the water, to the right, is a rock in the shape of a lion’s head. It rests its chiseled chin on the salty tide. The rest of its body is hidden by the sea, like a lot of things out here. Some people are not sure that the rock looks like a lion, but I am. I have heard it roar.

October 13, 2016
Jason was really bugging me in the car but I wasn’t too mad because I had my special things to show Annie even though today isn’t show and tell.

Jason was really bugging me in the car but I wasn’t too mad because I had my special things to show Annie even though today isn’t show and tell. 

When we were getting out of the car in front of school, Jason slipped on the ice and I laughed because his breakfast cereal bar fell in a puddle and the frosting got all wet. 

October 6, 2016
After his 1940 visit to Paris, when Werner Schrader obtained several Impressionist paintings from a Jewish gallery owner, handing over a reichsmark note for far below what he believed the paintings were worth, the German Intelligence officer returned to Paris one other time. It was in July 1942.
September 29, 2016
On a cool June morning Werner Schrader enters the Citibank branch on Fifth Avenue and 51st Street. He moves down the stairs to the vault and extracts a small safety deposit box key from his inside jacket pocket. A suit jacket doesn’t conceal a chest still thick and muscular despite his 64 years.

1967, New York City

On a cool June morning Werner Schrader enters the Citibank branch on Fifth Avenue and 51st Street. He moves down the stairs to the vault and extracts a small safety deposit box key from his inside jacket pocket. A suit jacket doesn’t conceal a chest still thick and muscular despite his 64 years. 

September 22, 2016
Maybe it was the sun beating through the window, shining and warming the coat of the old Great Dane, the harlequin Great Dane, the huge black and white dog that always welcomed the sun, and attention from everyone. He made the clientele feel good. I loved him. The scene in the sunny bay window always had the cat nearby, close to the Dane; it looked like the whole thing had been staged.

Maybe it was the sun beating through the window, shining and warming the coat of the old Great Dane, the harlequin Great Dane, the huge black and white dog that always welcomed the sun, and attention from everyone. He made the clientele feel good. I loved him. The scene in the sunny bay window always had the cat nearby, close to the Dane; it looked like the whole thing had been staged.

September 15, 2016
I am 85. It is a state of being that was virtually unimaginable until the morning it ensued. I am in treatment for lymphoma, but I sleep well and have little discomfort.

I am 85. It is a state of being that was virtually unimaginable until the morning it ensued. I am in treatment for lymphoma, but I sleep well and have little discomfort.

September 8, 2016
I stood there with my wife, son, and niece, fists balled as I found the familiar name on the wall. But only for a moment. The anger and rage were replaced by sadness and regret.

I stood there with my wife, son, and niece, fists balled as I found the familiar name on the wall. But only for a moment. The anger and rage were replaced by sadness and regret.

September 1, 2016
My son and I opened the garage door on a hot August morning in 2014 and inside was my late friend Rocky’s brilliant Rosso Corsa 1961 MGA roadster, a magnificent motorcar complete with black hide seats, wood steering wheel, and no seat belts. Oh boy. “Lets see if it still has the ’B&B’ motor.” Just as found.

My son and I opened the garage door on a hot August morning in 2014 and inside was my late friend Rocky’s brilliant Rosso Corsa 1961 MGA roadster, a magnificent motorcar complete with black hide seats, wood steering wheel, and no seat belts. Oh boy. “Lets see if it still has the ’B&B’ motor.” Just as found.

August 25, 2016
I spent 30 summers or so in the Hamptons. When my family first moved there I at first thought the signature phrase “the Hamptons” referred to a set of small towns at the end of Long Island where extremely wealthy people have their second or third summer houses, and where aspiring young New Yorkers spend their weekends sharing rented houses on the outskirts of the same towns wishing they owned the mansions of the rich.

I spent 30 summers or so in the Hamptons.

August 18, 2016
It is the summer of 1971, and I am sitting on my bed in my room. The print on the bedspread is from India, and I cherish it the same way I cherish the Day-Glo posters on my wall and the manual Brother typewriter on my desk. These are the things that hug me.

It is the summer of 1971, and I am sitting on my bed in my room. The print on the bedspread is from India, and I cherish it the same way I cherish the Day-Glo posters on my wall and the manual Brother typewriter on my desk. These are the things that hug me.

August 11, 2016
We scattered some of my ex-husband’s ashes this morning. On what would have been his 68th birthday, my son, his fianée, my sister and brother, and I drove to the inlet of Three Mile Harbor at 5:15.

We scattered some of my ex-husband’s ashes this morning. On what would have been his 68th birthday, my son, his fiancée, my sister and brother, and I drove to the inlet of Three Mile Harbor at 5:15.

It was darker than I expected it would be, a dense cloud cover inhibiting what might have passed for a decent sunrise. 

August 4, 2016
“Accountants at an Australian car insurance company have found that Capricorns are the safest drivers. You know why that is, Jack?”

“Accountants at an Australian car insurance company have found that Capricorns are the safest drivers. You know why that is, Jack?” 

“Because they’re cautious.” 

July 28, 2016
Billy T. Conway was dead set against attending his 40th high school reunion. Hell, he hadn’t been to one since his 10th, and only then to check up on his freshman crush, CC, who showed up married to a Frenchman she’d met in college. After that, Billy T got married himself and didn’t bother anymore with reunions.

Billy T. Conway was dead set against attending his 40th high school reunion. Hell, he hadn’t been to one since his 10th, and only then to check up on his freshman crush, CC, who showed up married to a Frenchman she’d met in college. After that, Billy T got married himself and didn’t bother anymore with reunions.

July 21, 2016
I am two. My aunt arranges a party of sorts for my pregnant mother, and the women of the family encircle her in the backyard beneath the cherry tree. My mother’s long floral dress hangs off her freckled shoulders, and she smells of lavender soap. Her eldest sister rubs her feet. We pass around a thick piece of thread, each of us adding beads until we’ve strung a long, mismatched necklace. I don’t yet understand the meaning of my mother’s expanding belly, that soon I will have to share this life, these people, this beloved place with another being.

I am two. My aunt arranges a party of sorts for my pregnant mother, and the women of the family encircle her in the backyard beneath the cherry tree. My mother’s long floral dress hangs off her freckled shoulders, and she smells of lavender soap. Her eldest sister rubs her feet.

July 14, 2016
They met at boarding school. He was the class comedian and she was the class beauty. He was determined to become a star; she didn’t know what she wanted, other than to possess him and to be possessed. He was friendly, goofy, and not quite handsome; she was svelte, liked to laugh, and her facial features were so classical that her face could have been a model for an epigone Renaissance sculptor.

They met at boarding school. He was the class comedian and she was the class beauty. He was determined to become a star; she didn’t know what she wanted, other than to possess him and to be possessed.

July 7, 2016
The divorce arrangements were pretty clear and standard. Dad would get us every other weekend and for a month in the summer. Christmas and Thanksgiving they alternated.

The divorce arrangements were pretty clear and standard. Dad would get us every other weekend and for a month in the summer. Christmas and Thanksgiving they alternated. 

June 30, 2016
On the Sabbath, Mercedes went to church and asked someone if there was anyone who could teach her English. She was directed to a gal sitting near the front. After the service, an arrangement to start lessons was made.

On the Sabbath, Mercedes went to church and asked someone if there was anyone who could teach her English. She was directed to a gal sitting near the front. After the service, an arrangement to start lessons was made.

June 23, 2016
I’m able to do it now, but it was a long time before I could think about my father’s illness and death. For nearly four years, I spent so much time and energy keeping those feelings of loss and pain on the periphery of my mind, not allowing them to break through or interfere with my day-to-day routine. I tried as hard as I could to distract myself with unimportant issues and inessential matters in order to present myself as happy and well. I could only keep the charade going for so long however, and my carefully constructed façade began to fall apart.

I’m able to do it now, but it was a long time before I could think about my father’s illness and death. For nearly four years, I spent so much time and energy keeping those feelings of loss and pain on the periphery of my mind, not allowing them to break through or interfere with my day-to-day routine.

June 16, 2016
Dad and I do freewrites and read out loud to each other each morning and eat big salads for lunch. The stories we produce are a new and delightful treasure. My last one went unshared — we were too hungry for me to read. It was about the vast ideological differences between two brothers. His was about his lifelong stand to protect our beachfront from glop.

Dad and I do freewrites and read out loud to each other each morning and eat big salads for lunch. The stories we produce are a new and delightful treasure. My last one went unshared — we were too hungry for me to read. It was about the vast ideological differences between two brothers. His was about his lifelong stand to protect our beachfront from glop.