Category Archives: Fiction

There was quite a brouhaha about that swastika. It was 1960 then, not that long after the war to end all wars. Eve’s parents came to school and impressed everyone with their directness and civility. That made Rita pay a … Continue reading →

Rita was terribly tired by the end of that first day. Kurt had already balked at everything she assigned, arguing with her or rocking but not doing, while Pete slouched in his seat and watched. Betty Sue’s presence hadn’t inhibited … Continue reading →

Kurt Miller and Peter Lefkowicz were two among thirty in their sixth grade classroom. They were the bad apples in Miss McDaniels’s thirty-sixth year of elementary school teaching; frankly, she didn’t have the patience any more. Kurt was kind of … Continue reading →

“Toss me that butter.” Emily doesn’t know why she says that, but then I realize it’s to get the butter away from Carmen, anyway away. She looks at me-and-me for a second with a slightly puzzled expression; then she smiles … Continue reading →

Emily dances naked most mornings. It isn’t part of her regular exercise program but lately she has been thinking about formalizing the practice. It happens, when it happens, after her shower after her half hour on her stationary bike. She’s … Continue reading →

“We’re none of us pleased with the current book,” Olivia reported (they’d just finished Amsterdam and agreed it was a trifle), “and we all aspire to write…so what the hell: let’s write a little.” She looked around the table and … Continue reading →

They spent at least two years passing books back and forth, meeting gradually more regularly, becoming more familiar. They all remember the evening they converted to writing. It was a Thursday as usual. Late enough in the spring that it … Continue reading →