Fiction

    By breakfast Saturday morning, Jani’s new doctor friend Alan, and her grandmother, Lydia, had grown quite comfortable with each other. They both liked Jane Austen and Dickens. Jani had loved “A Tale of Two Cities...

I met Luke many years ago when we were college students. We were working at a resort hotel in the Berkshires. He was a waiter, who occasionally spilled soup onto the laps of guests.

    Lilliana’s arms and fingers worked at a frightening speed. Each note she struck with the bow, each sound that echoed in the concert hall, reverberated with a force. She moved her head as if it were a gavel, pounding, to...

    Some people are good liars. There is the kind of lying that is found deep in the blood; inherited lying. And then there is the kind of lying that is learned. I knew which type of liar Ed was as soon as he became my father.

    On the short walk from the Metro I thought, today Paris ought to have been filled with grey fog or rain, as it often is in November. It would be less of an ache for Ned to be leaving. Instead the sun sailed in and out from...

     The pool water was cool as I stretched my arms in a side crawl, returning down the lane with the backstroke. The Olympic-size pool at the Executive Fitness gym was on the top floor of the Marriott Hotel, between the two...

    Pinchik sat hunched over the kitchen table. He stared at his plate. He stared for several minutes. He said nothing. He stared at his plate.     Mrs. Pinchik sat opposite him. From long experience, she knew it...

-Part Two     Ian took Mandy to dinner at a restaurant not far from their resort on Saturday night. Rather formal, it featured good wines, sophisticated courses, and large Rousseau-like paintings of jungle animals, peaceable...

Part One