Category Archives: Fiction

“Stinky feet! Stinky feet! Get your stinky feet away from me!” Martha heard it all the time. On the floor of her living room, from the back seat of the car, wherever her barefoot son and daughter were, so was … Continue reading →

She examined her hands as she waited for the pharmacist, and they looked ugly to her. This is not normally the case: Terry is attractive enough, no raving beauty, but she has the most extraordinary skin. Fine-pored and golden like … Continue reading →

“Doesn’t matter.” Terry could hear the doctor drinking tea or coffee or something while they talked. “All the antiseptic procedure in the world doesn’t always prevent. Fact is, we were introducing foreign objects into your body. Probably picked up something … Continue reading →

When Terry has a temperature, her skin becomes exquisitely sensitive. It’s as if all her nerve endings prick up like hairs, perpendicular to the surface of herself, and vibrate with the loud sensations of air currents and soft fabrics. Until … Continue reading →

They stand like insects amid all the carved stone. Mary looks at the box hedge planted around the large empty traffic circle; the way the lights shine on it, the hedge appears more like an institutional-green textured short wall than … Continue reading →

The top of Mary’s head appears first, her short dark hair tousled, glossy, and slightly silver-streaked. Then her French face and slim body rise into the room, both looking younger than her 45 years. “Have you seen my – oh … Continue reading →

My home computer monitor acts like a seismograph. The smallest vibration will set the screen swinging a bit on its swivel base. The monitor stands on a big hard drive, on an old oak desk, in the sunporch off my … Continue reading →

It got to where Abigail even witnessed herself. She floated like a spirit above her own right shoulder, noting herself in act or word. Many engage in this sort of self-examination, especially girls especially in adolescence, but few are as … Continue reading →

The next wrong thing she noticed was how the world and even the parents treated her and Barry differently, based on nothing but the shape of the well-concealed area between their legs. It didn’t seem to bother anyone but Abigail … Continue reading →

In the beginning, little attention was paid to community space. The Levittowns were built on farms that were subdivided into sleepy plots of box houses with attached garages and symmetrical yards. There were no plans made for mini-parks and no … Continue reading →