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)....
Vespers

Vespers

  I’m not sure what it is about this place that cinches my gut shut whenever I’m here. Maybe it’s the history. 1906, Loma Prieta, the Oakland Hills—even the whole dot-com business. Something about it just always seems perched on the verge of catastrophe, as if...
The First Boyfriend

The First Boyfriend

    Before time began, somebody must have told the first boyfriend he looked good in a tank top. On the first date, the first boyfriend took Dean to the bowling alley on the edge of town. He reached over Dean to the glove compartment and offered Dean his...
The Scientist

The Scientist

    With a trembling smile, the scientist sat facing her beakers and test-tubes. She had long ago turned her bedroom into a chemistry lab and surrounding her was a deranged rainbow—hundreds of chemicals that mixed in the right proportions could spew forth...
A Good Job

A Good Job

At 10 centimeters dilated, after eighteen hours of labor, and maybe just to make me feel better, my nurse admits to once masturbating under her desk for the eyes of an intern and surgical fellow. At the time, she had a kid at home with night terrors who’d scream...
Everyone I Know Is Here

Everyone I Know Is Here

    On the packed Purple Line Express train, Emma pretends that every person touching her is someone that she knows and loves. The young man under a canopy of newspaper with his elbow cinched around her hip could be the first boy that she ever kissed—under...
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