I read on the internet that soon, maybe next year, there’ll be a heatwave somewhere that will kill thousands of people, because it will last long and it will be hotter than ever, and people won’t be able to cool down or leave, because of power outages and internal combustion engines failing. The rest of…

And just like that, there’s a new vibe in the room. Sharp. A kind of after-energy, a post-concussive silence, just a whiff of sulfur and dust to hint at what’s happened.  What’s happened is this: we’ve just finished a story in English. Something about stones and the violence of luck. Or the luck of violence.…

for Jack Sheedy “Never chase the dog when she jumps the fence,” Richard’s father always said. “Don’t get attached. They’re for work, not for friends.” Richard rarely listened. + When the dog escaped the enclosure that morning, Richard followed, trailing her through old growth pine, the forest growing thick farther from home. Richard loved the…

I. Into the well the three men fell. At the bottom of the well, they died.   Did they, or didn’t they? Was it, or wasn’t it? + Long ago, in a dry valley surrounded by green hills flanked by greener mountains, a spring bubbled up in the shade of a fig tree.  The spring gurgled…

The street was quiet. No tires screeching on the asphalt, no dogs barking in the distance. Not even a bird flew overhead. The only sounds Jade heard were her sneakered feet falling on the sidewalk.  She smiled down at Tristan, who was sucking on his pacifier. He looked so adorable laying in his stroller, so…

I rowed on to the miniscule rocky island which held the lighthouse at its peak. From shore, my rowboat could only make it there in too long a time, and often the waves of a windy day delayed my trip by hours. Several hours after dawn, I managed my way to the small dock which…

Once there was a girl who was about to be a mother. It was a miracle that she was pregnant, because, like their neighbors, she and her husband were hungry all the time. They had been hungry for months. For years. Sometimes they ate black and crumbled potatoes they found in the fields.  Sometimes they…

Abigail thought that her relationship with her student would destroy her life. He was older than her by five or six years and already had a graduate degree in chemistry but was back for his MA in rhetorical theory. What a stupid thing to come back for, she thought. In her English 300 class he…

Agnes taps across the dirt path, her audience a stone wall laced with bougainvillea, magenta kisses puckering through thorny vines.

Katie curls up next to me on her parents’ loveseat, acrylics picking nervously at a torn seam in the fabric. “I have something strange to tell you.”

Here  —  where once had been a Merry Go Round, a United Colors of Benetton, a Chess King, and where now the protagonist stands outside the store  —  the mall is dead. Cattails grow where the fountain once burbled in the central court.

And some nights, you ended up sitting in your car in a Wendy’s parking lot, feeding chicken nuggets to a cat that sort of used to be yours but now definitely was yours because your ex-roommate Benny called from his shiny new apartment across Cleveland and said, “If you want it, you can have the…