selected by Valerie Waterhouse

Red Wine Pasta

You are sitting on the large bed at the far right corner of the room watching him fold his carton-coloured pants and signature long-sleeved, striped shirts into...

Abracadabra

Abracadabra It was once a word with power, before hokey top hats and scarves stuffed up sleeves: write it on papyrus eleven times, dropping the final letter ...

Night Bloom

Rachel has been deflecting Kat for months, but then she invites Kat to her apartment to swim. It’s a strange invitation: swim? The kind of thing Kat did with gi...

Underwater

Emergency personnel were called to the harbor Thursday afternoon after a man drowned while attempting to rescue a child. He was forty, or thirty-five, or eight...

Útlongsul

None of it is hers. Not the thundering sea. Not the teasing pale light lingering on the horizon. Not the wind in its infinite onslaught upon this scattering of ...

The Coldness Between Us

Daughter Mother The water boiled and I held my face over the pot. The steam stuck to my neck. My pores opened or maybe they were supposed to close. ...

Culinary Bliss

The setting is perfect. Red splash patterns run into each other on the white subway tiles. The sink is brimming with instruments: knives, ladles, cutting boards...

Milk

When the woman dropped the milk it was a full gallon jug she dropped and it quickly spread into a cold white pool on the dark green kitchen floor. The cat, quie...

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...