Short Story
The Primary Breadstealer
He wanted to get as much work as possible, and maybe develop a mutually antagonistic relationship with a hero.
The Ghost on Platte River Access Road
That was the problem with ghosts, they made the air around them poisonous . . . and the only way to be rid of them was to be rid of the source.
The Projection of Jupiter in Zoo City
Humans should never have come to Florida, but their biggest mistake of all was Zoo City.
Mementorol Makes Lost Love Feel Found
“Like my heart was a tiny explosion,” is how one woman on r/mementorol describes her experience. I want to feel that way again.
We Can’t Be Good at Everything
He is forced into farcical attempts to catch her attention. Every other moment of his life has been arranged to this purpose, so why should his son’s birthday be any different?
Where’s Jenny B. Gone?
She had a smile like yours. None of us knew her real name. Then again, none of us were asking.
Saudade
We’d pull the curtains from their rods above the large living room window when we made love. This was when we were our own gods.
The Color of the Year 2022
It’s blithe, seductive, yet innocent. The color of soulfulness, it has been chosen for its ability to give people hope.
The Dancer Ascends the Stage
Our dance was inspired by a custom where women lay swords at their throats, and men step on them just hard enough to prove the women’s courage.
The Day Nothing Remarkable Happened
If he had remembered to meet her, it could have changed everything. What is uncertain is whether he would have been spared.