Fiction

The Arrangement

Mum pads into our room when she’s finished her set on the piano, very late. I wake and watch her undress. She pulls the covers over her and looks across the roo...

The James Bonds

When they are not on duty, the James Bonds live at 125 Wellington Square. From the outside, it is nothing more than an unobtrusive gray metal door set in a worn...

Wax

She bought a Colt .45 and hid it in a carved wooden box under her bed.There had been times, earlier in her life, when she’d looked forward to the night, the...

The Worm Eater

“Whose birthday is this?” Lara asked, as Essie turned the wheel to back into a parallel parking space on the narrow residential street. A passing postal truck h...

Follicles

Anthony wants to keep it classic. Traditional elm wood or, in a pinch, a chip board veneer. It looks just like the real thing. But Lewis wants Ho Chi Minh fanfa...

Persimmon

The first time she speaks to you, you are on the toilet. You are both at a party, and she is waiting for a polite time to go home. Underneath the stall, you see...

What They Know

Checking her face in the mirror, she feels him move behind her, his attention absorbing the space between them. “What?” she says. He doesn’t answer, turns to ...

Take Your Eye

We were walking along South Street after group therapy when Keith popped out his glass eye. I knew he had a glass eye, and that he could pop it out, but even if...

Ocean Beach, 1963

My brother and I stood waist-deep in the Pacific on a cold day in November. Along the shoreline, signs screamed, People Swimming and Wading Have Drowned Here, b...