Fiction

   On sunny days they’d mostly work outside, tending the vegetables and flowers planted in the Victory garden that climbed up the backyard all the way to the old barn. Inside the barn a Model A Ford sat on blocks under a canvas...

   My favorite aunt, Frieda, drank her Scotch on the rocks and told me a love story.               She was actually my great-aunt, wrinkled yet spry in loose, soft trousers as we...

   Oh, are you ready? Is the mike on? Okay then, let’s go. For those of you listening to the radio broadcast, please note that I’m signing to my interpreter who’s in one of those underwater cages. (As if I’m going...

   His mother wanted him to come back to Ireland. He wasn’t ready to return. But he (always) weakened. Mothers can do that to you.     On the trip that he told me about first, the story started with a journey that...

   The Star welcomes submissions for its fiction or memoir, and nonfiction “Guestwords,” columns. They can be sent by e-mail to submissions@ehstar. com.     Writers are encouraged to provide pieces that comply...

This morning the sun souses and shimmers through trees swaying in an arc over a road I’ve never before noticed called Millstone: two syllables, accrued weight. Soon leaves will flame and fall to the ground like prayer reminding me...

   Henry Rendino was such a good-looking kid — warm skin that was almost the same color as his blondish hair and big green eyes . . . always loved green eyes. I’m not sure when I first became aware of him. He probably went 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 format) to...

   C­arrie almost missed the train. Had she not been quite so arresting — dark brown eyes, dark brown hair setting off her classic features — the conductor might well have waved the train on. She thanked him, scurried up...