Mykhail Kruchevich
had hit his wife only once. Whether he had then considered her possible
response, he could not now remember, nor could he recall what had pr...
When he presses her up against the cool ceramic sink, her arms plunge into the water. He lifts up her patchwork pinafore, the one that ties oh-so-loosely at th...
One
Put away your story. Carefully. Snugly. Don’t tell your family; don’t tell the world. Someday, tell a therapist. Someday, tell your writer’s group. But not ...
On the verge of this, that, or some other thing, Charlotte draws up short in the dining room, all way forward barred by the image of a knife left out on th...
This morning I could not get my
two-year-old daughter dressed. She lay on the floor, having made herself so
completely limp that I could barely pick her up...
After my best friend broke up with me for Jesus, my other best friend invited me over to watch his favorite film. I was crying, not at the film, which was actua...
My mother-in-law’s coworker, Sarah, is on the evening news. A passenger in a nearby car videoed her Toyota Camry swerving back and forth on the highway during l...
Alfie spends the morning watching plaster dry.
There is a saturation to watching.
so much brown, Alfie thinks, watching it twist, sink into pale.
Eventuall...
Libby blames her failure to be a “collaborative team player” on the torture of group work in elementary school. In fourth grade, when they were studying democra...
Georgie is twelve and doesn’t give a fuck. His tantrums extended from the terrible twos, and I stopped counting when I realized it only depressed me further to ...
