Last I knew she was heading to Albuquerque to live with her father. The father who moved there months earlier with his new wife, the one who let us stay up late watching movies on the weekends when I often slept over. The same father …
The Lone Hero had a gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans. He had two more in the pockets of his leather jacket, and a small nickel-plated number in a nylon holster in his dusty boot. Weighing on his shoulder was a bazooka, the …
It was a cold and snowy December when I was handed the address of a “crack house” in one of the deserted and boarded up Detroit neighborhoods once inhabited by happy families whose sustenance was provided by good paying manufacturing jobs. The closing of the …
By seven-thirty, a posse of kids had cut loose the helium balloons. They floated up to the high ceilings and hung belly to belly, their tethers dangling just out of reach.
There was nothing particularly interesting or exciting about Elk Grove as a town. The houses were white, the roads paved in dark tar, and the common amenities lined perfectly along Main Street. There was a barber, a butcher, a laundromat, and a pet store …
He stroked his thumb over it. He remembered this from childhood. Pale shades of orange with a down. It was years since he’d had a fresh peach like this. None in the trenches. Tinned peaches had been an occasional luxury. They’d blown the French orchards …
I’m frightened Iryna. But I feel myself becoming calmer as I’m writing this. I know there is little chance you, or tiny Yulia, or brother Ihor will ever read it, but it’s not impossible. There’s no connection here, no signal, the towers were destroyed on …
The heat did nothing but strengthen Joaquina's bad mood. The summer had not yet arrived, the first flowers were just beginning to appear, and yet the climate was becoming oppressive.
Eric Leblanc left the train station Paris Saint-Lazare. The station clock showed at nine o’clock. The hands of the clock, looking down from the sandstone façade on passers-by, have made their rounds uninterrupted for decades even during the war.
I let my kid see a pair of scissors. When he reached for them, I barely screamed at all. Yesterday, he ate a grape that had not been halved. And it wasn’t even organic! When we play hide and seek, he no longer …