Fiction

I sit mesmerized by Lillian Board on our small black-and-white TV. She’s just won the 400-meters race in Los Angeles and I’m in love; she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. “Aw naw, Johnny!” Mum looks...

It was the sultry summer of ’66. Kelsey had the car of cars. A German job, ’63 Daimler convertible, low-slung, shiny, hot, fiberglass, custom, khaki grey. We’d been dating three months.

He was a shortcut kind of guy; living on the edge. But that’s what made him so attractive. A kind of mystery man.

There is a small metal organizer smack in the middle of my late husband’s desk, a slotted divider probably meant for envelopes, notepads, and such. Gene used it for storing the free return-address labels we got from Amnesty International and various other good causes. The kind we rarely needed anymore because we paid our bills online. He also...

Blanket Sleeper Feet I hear them running down the hall as if it were yesterday. The brushing sound of little feet against the ceramic floor, running to see what Santa left, running to find the Easter Bunny treats. Early in the morning, eyes groggy...

Michael was describing where he’d found the figurine when a shout from the upstairs startled us. “Boys, what’s going on?” said the skinny man who was now in the living room, a beer bottle in his hand. It was 2 p.m., but it was dark inside the house, all of the surfaces occupied by catalogs and remotes and broken pencils and T-shirts, the air...

A year ago, at the age of 92, my widowed mother spent her days in one of South Florida’s numerous four-story, pink cinderblock, sanitized senior communities. (“Over 55 years; Children Prohibited.”) Other than occasional aches and pains and some loss of hearing, her physical health was remarkably strong. Upon meeting my mother it was her keen...

Captain Brown has returned us to the north grounds where he’d taken the largest right whale of his career less than one year ago. The man had been so full of cheer to begin this journey, but he’s since quieted, his bearded face slackened, eyes rinsed with doubt, and the crew’s talk of rubbish on his behalf has become a common murmur, when they...
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