Short Story

“Taz, yo, no shit, Taz just goes off on him!” Hector was all bouncing around in the big cracked leather chair by the window in...

“Mark Phillips.” “What? Sorry?”  “Mark Phillips.”  “How do you know my name?”  “You don’t remember me.”  “I’m sorry, no I don’t.”  “Think.”  “I am.”  “Think harder.”  “Yeah.  Well, I’m thinking hard.”   “Right. Think...

When the phone rang I was lying on the divan. It sounds so chic, like I was a lady of leisure waiting for other...

The beginning of the dinner party, the part I liked best, was always the same. Us kids ate pizza (gluten-free crust as of last...

We were always uneasy in the old place, a trailer we stayed in on the half-acre behind my boss’ house. There was almost always...

I have ten seconds. Or at least that’s what it seems like. I reach for my backpack, but it's far off on the other...

After his wife died in childbirth, the man raised his daughter up until the September she left for college. That October, the man sorted...

“People don’t save people, Annie,” he says. It is the morning after and Alex is being gentle but firm with me, like he has...

I was born in a laundromat in Paris, Ontario. If you knew Gina you wouldn’t think it was that weird. Gina is my mother....

The kids we play from downstate like to say it’s inbreeding, the reason our skin is neon green, our teeth blue, our hands like...