selected by Katrin Gibb

Americone Dream

I’m about to climb up into the goddamn freezer when a guy in a faded suit jacket leans over and grabs the last tub of Americone Dream from the top shelf. The fr...

A Song as Old as the World

The bus rattled Kathy through the winter morning streets, determined not to stop unless it had to. Yellow lights burned in apartment block windows, and behind t...

Authentic

We were sitting at a table near the bar, but closer to the kitchen. It was noisy there, what with the crash of pans and the cooks yelling at the waitresses to p...

Visitant

She was halving apricots when the phone began. Private Caller. The handset vibrated urgently in her palm. Probably some company trying to scam her into believin...

The Shard

We once left a shard of glass in a drink for his father. Such rage we must have felt. This was after college, after a lot of things, Brownie and I bartending at...

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 ...

Outside the City of Death

This was the second time Shamaldas Patel had come to die at Moksha Bhavan. The rays of dawn shimmered across the Ganges, bathing the temples, shrines, Ashrams a...

Biology

Freshman year we tried to keep our heads down or at least out of the toilets. The athletes and the beautiful girls had it different, I guess, hoping to get noti...

A Good Mother

It is in the third grade that I begin to consider the possibility that Georgie will be a better writer than I am. I’m picking him up from school when he turns t...