Lost Year

Lost Year

Twenty-seven is too old for my sister to run away from home, but, after seven unreturned phone calls, I started seeing signs in vegetables. In the produce section at Cronig’s, the browning bruises on bananas read clear as any subway map, the tilted stem of an apple...
Bolger

Bolger

    Bolger was not a friend of mine, but we had known each other for over twenty years, starting when he was married to his first wife and I was married to my only wife. I drank with him every couple of months at his café/bar, and it was there that he...
Winnebago

Winnebago

    I get lucky in Virginia and slip through the open window of a Winnebago waiting at a Hardee’s drive-through. A large male human in his mid-sixties drives through the night listening to conspiracy radio. He keeps the heat on high and the windows down so...
If He Were the Mayor We’d Know

If He Were the Mayor We’d Know

Father’s job is very important, we think. “I think he is a builder,” says Brother. “I think he is the mayor,” says Sister. “If he were the mayor we’d know,” I say. We chirp at Father every day when he returns home from work, snake-faced and limping, victim of his...
How to Be Alone in Florida

How to Be Alone in Florida

    Back and forth, the waves sloshed in a steady rhythm–a calming musical accompaniment to the day. The young man took unhurried strides toward the ocean; with each step, fine mounds of sand, hot and soothing, swept between his toes and spilled from...
Blurry Vision

Blurry Vision

  She said she had seen a ghost, or a blurry vision, as she called it, behind our bedroom mirror. I reluctantly climbed the stairs to investigate (I had never considered myself brave, but a husband’s duty is at times to falsify himself in the eyes of his wife)....
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