Fiction

Stuart should have known something would happen on that day when he opened the door in the morning to retrieve the newspaper and noticed a religious tract had been left on the porch

Security frowns at the backpack, so she makes a joke, says it’s her date

Why had she married a man who didn’t like television? Even PBS was absolute trash according to George

Years later, when asked why, she replied, “I never thought of myself as a pretty girl.”

The last days of September are slow, lingering, and gold

Reports of their wanderings swamped social media—starting at the airport bar (bloody marys), then the aircraft's first-class cabin

How they met, no one can reconstruct. Not the fussy particulars, not step by step. We can't handle the past that way anymore.

Things were going well for Monirul until his mother-in-law came to Houston

Harris is dying. He’s sure of it. His last moments will be in the stall of this movie theater men’s room.

Val robs the bank on Taco Night. He calls in sick, picks up the M5 rental while Beula’s at the store, and parks curbside at the downtown branch at 4 PM sharp