STORIES

STORIES

“In the end, we’ll all become stories.” — Margaret Atwood

How to Stop a Thief

First, I took a magnifying glass from my mother and a pair of scissors from my sister. I loved to see them pawing through every drawer and closet as they were screaming.

Amazingly, I got away with it. Pilfering just became part of the evil person I was.

The Chelsea Hotel

Diana realized that she’d had a one-night stand with Ben at the Chelsea Hotel twenty-five years ago.

She looked at her phone to see where they were, but the screen was dark. She’d forgotten to charge it.
She turned toward him. “Is this a new shortcut?”

Mind Blind

Alice in Wonderland Syndrome

Maybe he was spending time outdoors with trees and flowers. Could he be seeing a therapist? That wasn’t something he’d ever do, but sometimes, people surprised you.

Titanium

My legs moved slowly, stiffly, down the street until I got to the brownstone where I lived. I was fine. No one was going to make me into an old woman.

Seized

The sky was brighter than Kathy had ever remembered. Beds of red and yellow flowers surrounded her. Women and children strolled along garden paths around a sundial.

The Right Shoes

“Your position is being eliminated,” the boss explained.

Oceans of Notions

They were serving moonshine on the back porch. This was after my cousin Henry had told me that it was often distilled using dirty car parts. That made it dangerous as well as illegal.