Fiction

Great Asses

Stech will arrive soon to show me the latest photos for his book tentatively titled “Great Asses.” It will probably sell a million if anyone bothers to publish ...

Arkin’s Last Bet

The last time I’d seen Sammy Arkin he was behind the wheel of a taxicab. This was in the 1980s when Jews still drove cabs. We were recent graduates of a small l...

Alhambra

Rob finally exploded at me over our plan for churros in the middle of Granada. We were stopped at another street corner, we were always stopping now, at corners...

The Emptiness Machine

You'd have thought it was a mad scientist who gave me the Emptiness Machine, but that's not true. It was a poet. I saw the poet three times before the world ...

The Almost

The old man. Hands shaking, Martin Martin (pronounced Mar-tin Mar-tan) moved personal items from his desk to the cardboard box provided by HR. A mass-produced “...

I Have to Ask

I want to ask the man standing in line in front of me where he’s from, but people don’t do that anymore. This was always a big city with no small talk. The fact...

The Truth About Alaskan Rivers

Afterwards, we try to do trig homework, but Taylor’s still upset about what happened in gym class, so he turns on the TV. In the middle of the doom-and-gloom lo...

Grace

Every afternoon we would arrive at Manna fearing it would be our last. The apocalypse would come, we all knew. It was only a matter of waiting long enough. We w...

By the River

The train spanned the rusted length of the short bridge, grimacing smoke. Halfway across it halted abruptly and blared its horn. A thick arm spat out of an orie...