Crush
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and...
Contrapposto
“You feel like drawing?” Silas asked. Rob took his notebook from the tilted shelf and arranged it on the fur-covered beanbag on the floor. He grabbed his sleeve of colored markers, lay on his stomach, and turned the notebook’s thick pages until he found a blank one....
The Forester’s Daughter
When he is getting into his car, a stranger who holds his cards close to his chest approaches. ‘I understand you have a dog you’d sell.’ ‘A dog?’ says Deegan. ‘Aye,’ he says, ‘a gun dog. Do you still have him?’ ‘Well, I do.’ Deegan is set back on his heel but he...
Cat’s Cradle
“He was supposed to be our commencement speaker,” said Sandra. “Who was?” I asked. “Dr. Hoenikker—the old man.” “What did he say?” “He didn’t show up.” “So you didn’t get a commencement address?” “Oh, we got one. Dr. Breed, the one you’re gonna see tomorrow, he showed...