Fiction

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

Part Two

   Mrs. Murphy had grown uneasy about her flag. Hard to say when it started, but one morning in March she walked onto her porch and took it off the pole attached to her house.     “Yes,” she nodded to Mr....

Part Two    Lingering on the porch, Nat and Cammy propped themselves up in the sun against the house. Nat said,     “I’ve only been to Long Island a few times; this is dynamite, being here.”...

    Cammy picked Kim up in New York on Friday at the bank where she worked; they had a bite of lunch on their way down Long Island to open up the beach house. Cammy’s parents, who owned it, had told her she could have the...

   “Get off me. Your body is too hot.” He yelled and shoved her so hard she fell off the bed onto the hard wood floor. The fierce tone of his voice was ugly and shook her awake in the middle of one of the hottest nights in...

   “Get off me. Your body is too hot.” He yelled and shoved her so hard she fell off the bed onto the hard wood floor. The fierce tone of his voice was ugly and shook her awake in the middle of one of the hottest nights in...

   He hasn’t seen me in a few months. So glad, he says, I have come in, finally.  The Korean clerk behind the dry cleaner’s counter thinks he is in for a happy chat today when I come in to pick up my husband’s...

    It was a smoldering hot day. Everything was frying slowly. The common term for that kind of day is “oppressive.”      Madeline, Diane, and I climbed into the slick black leather section of the...