We Were Scenes of Grief
Because of the flood, no one wanted the sunken treasure figurines Pesky’s had advertised on sale. He tried to shake me off his leg, but I was too strong.
Fiction
Original short stories
An Aborted Fairytale
Looking at the farm from afar, seeing all the spotted cows and the large red barn, any man of normal intelligence would think a dairy farm of those dimensions would require at least twenty hired hands. But they would be wrong.
I Was a Repatriation Case Worker
The buildings were asleep. They weren’t thinking
like they do in the winter, looking down at you and almost smiling.
In the winter they want you to come in and get warm. In the summer
they hibernate. That’s what I hope at least. I hope that something
hasn’t died since last winter.
Out of Season
Fat chance of the warden showing up tonight, I’m thinking, as he throws me a knife. Then I see he’s got another knife.
Curfew
Everything was so familiar it hurt.
Just Like Normal Girls
I’d been watching a lot of porn starring
fat girls, which at first I thought was pretty sicko, but then I
started to think it was kind of intriguing, and really almost sexy.
Post Script
She was just taking her liver and lungs for coffee. It was morning. She had to go.
Obedience
On the train, riding to meet him, she looks at strangers and sees potential lovers: the boy with a faint trace of a hair-lip, staring out the window; the Indian man in the long red scarf who keeps glancing her way...
Rehearsal
What is it with the fucking Tylenol P.M.? You have stock in the company?
The Shrine to Lost Children
Dad smiles, pats her hand, and moves his knees to one side. As Momo squeezes by him, clutching her kimono closed at the throat, he looks up at her with an expression of charitable tenderness.