Browsing Category Fiction

  • Fiction 1

    The Diversion

    I wasn’t supposed to be in Beirut in December 1993. I certainly wasn’t supposed to be in a hotel cafe, drinking thick coffee while a dust storm raged ...

    On November 21, 2020 / By
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    Divertimento

    Half past noon on a weekday, the middle of summer. Sunny and hot. The flags outside the municipal buildings sway not in the least, which is a way ...

    On November 3, 2020 / By
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    The Cowboy Channel

    The men focus on their poker hands and their glasses of whiskey, preoccupied, as if the saloon is their shared workspace. No one looks up when the new ...

    On September 27, 2020 / By
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    Simple Math

    The bruised red pickup from the last three weeks meanders up alongside the pumps where I’m stacking oil cans and dodging the night’s slow-moving moths. There’s a chill ...

    On September 24, 2020 / By
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    Pandemic Story Problems

    1. Mariah gets a temporary job that pays her $1 on Day One. On the second day, her pay is doubled to 2 dollars. Her daily wage doubles ...

    On September 8, 2020 / By
  • Fiction 2

    Seeing Red

    How long has that bicycle been out there he asks his wife. She’s still seated at the breakfast table, slapping around the morning paper. He’s peering through the ...

    On August 23, 2020 / By
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    The Way Things Are

    … And, in the spring— as soon as possible, when the ground was just warming, the snow melting down all the sewers and into the ponds and the ...

    On August 4, 2020 / By
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    The Robot in the Closet

    The night of the first expulsion, I asked the robot in my closet what to do. Usually when I asked him a question about the meaning of life, ...

    On July 30, 2020 / By
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    Lamplight on the River

    I unfolded the fading black and red dhurrie on the floor and placed my sitar on it. My grandmother shuffled to the sofa, sat and picked up one ...

    On July 23, 2020 / By
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    Nathaniel

    It was the year you turned fourteen and we found out Molly was allergic to olives. The year the snowmobile slid down the bank on its own accord, ...

    On July 18, 2020 / By
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    Moose

    It’s Emilie who spots it first, a baby turtle, motionless at the end of the cul-de-sac. She almost misses it entirely, dusted as it is with the dry ...

    On July 11, 2020 / By
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    His Grandma Blues

    His grandma is angry. His grandma is angry because he’s hungry. She bluntly expresses her wish to cut him into two in a single stroke of a khurpa. ...

    On July 2, 2020 / By