Short Story
The Americanization of Kambili
I hissed the words at her. “This, your America, it will kill you.”
Model Home
Here’s the truth. We live in a model home in a prestigious village in a master-planned city. Beyond those borders, things aren’t so rosy.
The Vaughns in the Loft Down the Hall
I never did learn how the Vaughns got their money, but maybe that was part of the appeal—the mystery of it all.
The Disappearance of Guy
Guy was released shortly after he was detained. His parents did their best to keep everything quiet. But already the rumors had begun.
Dorothy Dancer Has Had Enough
She imagined impaling her husband on the molasses-stained tusk of that elephant. “It should’ve been you,” she said.
The Benefactor
The bills were too thick to conceal in my pocket, so I reached inside my briefs and hid them there.
Egg Mother
“I’m staging an intervention,” my husband says. “I miss my wife. I can’t be married to scrambled eggs anymore. You have to see a therapist.”
Sunkiller
We wanted to embellish her legend, but now we were only the witnesses of her want.
The Present
If she just had her family back, Nia thought. Together they could chart a way out of the breaking.
Pages from Before
Three days, our people had agreed: a real, old-school, ‘Rolling Stone’–style profile.
