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Category Archives: Fiction
Paper Weight
The old stairs creak beneath her feet. The rail shakes. All the doors up here are closed, but she can picture in her mind what is behind each one: this one a bedroom, this one the twin room, the bathroom, … Continue reading
Assisted Living
Dr. Dichstein’s office smelled like my 9th grade Biology classroom on dissection day. The classroom where Ben Linder lit my shoelaces on fire with a Bunsen burner and the class called me Hot-foot for the remainder of the year. “So … Continue reading
Those Ghosts in the Woods
When I close my eyes, I can feel his arms around me again, lifting me, buoying me just as they once had done—warm and strong, alive. His eyes laugh as he looks down at me, so far down to my … Continue reading
A Mortal Dose of Salvation
Never, in the two years I’d been paying for the Tangerine Dream Peep Show, had we ever been out of sync—shimmy, stroke, glide, clap, shimmy, stroke, glide, clap. She’d do that elusive strippers’ stare from the booth, some subterranean, for-your-eyes-only … Continue reading
Mirror John
I am John. I am waiting here in this furnished room for John, another John, not John myself. I am waiting here for a mirror John. I wait. That is what I do. I just wait and wait. It seems … Continue reading
Attic Stew
My child, seeing your face brings me such relief. Follow behind my chair lift, let your grandmother show you where Fred lives. Fred the tortoise has lived in the attic since your father was in third grade; Fred was his … Continue reading
Justin and Jenifer Dressler
Everyone agreed that equality was an impossibility. Ultimately, it was not that complicated. What made everybody the same was what made everybody different. Everybody was a somebody, and in order to have a somebody, you needed everybody. This truth was … Continue reading
