Fiction

   I had a not-so-singular experience the other day. Coming out of Waldbaums, head bent against a slanting cold drizzle and trying to right a bum cart heavy with groceries, I noticed two people in a white S.U.V. pointing at me. This is not...

   It started . . . well, I guess you can say, it started when I bought this house.  I saw the house for the first time on a February day.  Now you all know how dismal February can be in the Northeast. I set out on February break...

   Detective Inspector Bishop left his car in a cloud of smoke, stamping out the barely lit cigarette underneath his heel. He felt terrible afterward. Cigarettes were getting hard to come by these days, and he immediately felt the familiar...

   Chubby, awkward, and full of dreams in 1970, I sat at the window of my parents’ house on Bayberry Lane in Amagansett Dunes. They weren’t called “the Dunes” back then. It was simply the big sandy area east of Mako...

Jess was sitting by the window watching rain split the sandy glass like wandering ant trails; rain for the first time in six weeks.             Rain here was like blood trickling into a weak body....

   “I see your brother outside,” David said. “What’s he doing?”                     Colin went over to the window to see what Mike...

   Look what the postman brought you, says my mother, holding out a worn manila envelope, covered with the familiar strong, black, smartly angled slashes of alphabet letters that create names and addresses. I recognize my name, and our...

   “Your teeth bothering you, Jack? I know a guy who can take care of that. Rip ’em out. Give you a nice set of dentures. You’ll be able to eat a giant bowl of ice cream, walk through a wind tunnel, no problem....

I have to say my past couple of Halloweens were a drag. Yes, it was certainly good to get out after months cooped up in a very small space and, yes, that crisp autumn air was always so invigorating. But, when you’re my age, the bones catch a...