short story

We ate and drank and drove on and I went off the road, and so we discussed the situation and decided it would be a good idea to pull off the road

The boy watches as the girl slumps over herself, the fire hair like a warning against coming closer

The face of the con was always someone who embodied the fashion of the time—a slob, a genius, or finally, a charismatic dum-dum

They had snuck from their tents this fine morning, before the spring dew dried on the grass, and come back with their prize

“How much for the cowboy in the window?”

Today a ranger spotted two wolves on a carbon-frame Ibis tearing down a hill at fifty kilometres per hour

I imagined, with each feeding, that I might become less of a mother and more of my old self

She looked up at the wall, and the young woman with dramatic eyebrows gazed back at her from the frame

Ever since childhood, words would desert Helen when she got angry—if she felt any kind of strong emotion, really

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