Rusted

"The layer of rust and lime speckles on the faucet and sink handles gave her pause; she always imagined those stains were the blood of women who lived here… More

God’s Coins

"Wesley and I sat in back of the group of children, with our backs on the porch railing, solemnly looking out at the sky, filling, once again, with dark… More

Richard

"He had not changed, he would not grow, he was the thing that died when it was born and hid beneath the shadows of the porch and vanished in… More

from Don’t Worry

Like always, she’s sitting at the out-of-tune grand piano, mashing down the pedal and making the windows of the Kolah Farangi Emirate tremble...Sara, when did you return? More

from One Left

The last one is out of her coma. For three weeks she recognized no one. She speaks in a labored, halting tone: “I can’t die—not when I think there… More