Fiction

   Our community was wealthy with young ones in the ’60s. Everywhere you turned there was laughter, bikes, and ballgames. All those kids running around like a pack of wild Indians and not one had a lick of sense! We were blessed at...
   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...

black swallows day behind the deck she flips the switch displays an acre of woods enchanted and someone’s outline smacks of her father undead far as a high fly on the vapory road her mother’s form is easier to guess in...

   The best day of my life began with the worst hangover. It could have been the last day of my life if not for a chance meeting that forever changed my life. In July 1985, in the shadow of the Garden City Hotel on Stewart Avenue in...

   The night before we came to stay with Grandma, Dad woke me, pulling on the sleeve of my pajamas. I followed him into the kitchen where he offered me a handful from a bag that he must have brought home from the V.F.W. hall where he...

   Six summers ago, two weeks before Hampton Classic week, a friend who owns a bed and breakfast in East Hampton referred a woman to me who was “desperate to find a place to stay during the horse show.” The previous summer,...

   A peculiar thing happens to people after they turn 40: inhibitions fall away faster than hair follicles. Self-discovery becomes the rage and formerly sane people run out to get tattoos, climb mountains, and traverse the country by...

   On the small table in the den lay a piece of mail that Pinchik had seen the day before but hadn’t touched. Now he circled the table looking at the envelope as though it were a ticking bomb. The envelope had an odd shape but...

   My intention is to crash on the couch and watch television all night long, but Chuck opens his mouth and changes those plans.