Category: Fiction

My Own Personal Joady

July 2, 2009 Lithe and blonde and a hundred pounds, she sinks her toes into the smooth, silver stones. I watch her. Slipping on her big brown sunglasses, which remind me of fly’s eyes, she sits down next to me … Read More

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First, Nothing

“Let yourself age. Let time press through your skeleton like water, dribbling through your pores, let it sing right through your bones…”

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The Day

“Dad, there’s something in the pool.”

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In the Glow of this Candle

“It does not matter that Claire in real life, though a remarkably talented singer, is not a songwriter. This Claire is not that Claire, even though they are inextricably linked by more than their names and the name of their current partners.”

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Jackal at the Shrine

Fiction, on raising the dead.

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Eugene

“I don’t think he would have been a loving father. He didn’t have it in him. I think he would have been too scared.”

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The Story about a War and Some Other Things

“Anyway, I’ve heard stories are supposed to have morals. I don’t know if this is much of a story, really, but I’ll give it a moral anyhow.”

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Schrödinger’s Lottery

“Maybe it was the cheap thrill of furiously scratching them with a quarter, and seeing all those shimmery silver shavings pile up.”

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Sol in the Evening

The sky looked like a bowl of discarded mussel shells. Tom thought this must have been the kind of dusk his grandfather fought and died under.

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Bonsai

The first stone was one I knew. Flaking and grey and dusty. A driveway stone – from my driveway. Who breaks a person’s dining room window with a stone from that same person’s driveway?

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Dolores, Part I

Doña Dolores was a wretched woman.

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Manifest Destiny

The best choice Mitt Romney ever made.

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