Category Archives: Fiction

Pinkie Toe

Pinkie Toe

On Monday we received in the mail a birthday card envelope with a pinkie toe inside. No return address. The toe had been preserved the way some people around here save the paws of rabbits they’ve shot or trapped. Continue Reading

Errands

Errands

“First, let’s start with flavors. We’ve got Cherry Lime Surprise, Purple Rhino, Doris Day, Saliva, White Pineapple, Dark Destiny, Orange Mango, Caramel, and just about any classic rocker from the 70s.” Continue Reading

Bad Guys

Bad Guys

It’s a dangerous world.
For example: I went to the Subway on Pineridge. It was just before noon. Everything seemed normal. I ordered my sandwich and left. That night, I watched the news. There was a story about a kidnapping, and then there was a story about a drug bust. And then, suddenly, there it was—the Subway on Pineridge. Continue Reading

A Comfortable-Enough Life

A Comfortable-Enough Life

Nervous and fumbling with a crushed pack of Lucky Strikes—my brand, though I’d quit years ago—he reminded me of a fledgling fallen from the nest. Eyes searching the room wildly, tufts of black hair sprouting in cowlicks, beaky nose becoming redder and redder each time he wiped it with his handkerchief. Continue Reading

Recipe

Recipe

It’s twelve o’clock, and Dan still isn’t here. I sit on the couch next to the small artificial Christmas tree; six or seven presents I’ve bought him lie underneath it. I’ve bought one for Alice, too, whom I’ve never met. Continue Reading

Dear Wendy

Dear Wendy

Dear Wendy,

There is nothing more daunting than seeing “Word Count: 0” at the bottom of the page. It’s been six days since I got here and I haven’t managed a single word that I want to save. “Come to Arbor,” they said, “it’s the perfect place for writers.” Here’s my first word: Bullshit. Continue Reading