fiction

   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...

   Selma changed her name to Havana when she was 10. Both her parents had drowned off the coast of Cuba, trying to reach Miami and give their baby a decent start at life. Miraculously, she survived the boat’s capsizing by holding...

Part Two    There’s a party tonight and Sandy can’t decide what to put on, it’s been months since she’s been out. Oh, she’s been to work . . . it’s work that has saved her. Now 18th-century French...
   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...

   Furniture and furnishings, Chinoiserie and tchotchkes, jewelry when she can find it, Sandy’s shop, Mixed Bag, has become the mainstay of her life. Lovers come and go but armoires are forever. That’s the beauty of the old...
   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...

   The pain of looking at him strapped down on the hospital bed was almost too much to bear. Tubes and wires running from his nose, mouth, and arms connected him to various bottles, electronic devices, and, it seemed, even to the wall...

   I’m lying in bed cuddled up to my 15-year-old daughter listening to her heart. It’s strong even though she thinks it’s broken. When I tell her this, she lets out a soft sob, and I lean into her, closer.