Mar 4, 2023 | Fiction |
“I never liked Santa Claus. I thought he was scary and creepy. I had a problem with him. But the look on those little girls’ faces, when they caught sight of the reindeer and the sleigh – I don’t think I’ll ever see more pure wonder and...
Apr 16, 2013 | Fiction |
“I want to marry this country,” I said. “It’s a good country,” Hand said. “I want to spend a lifetime here.” “Yeah.” “I could do it.” “Right.” And my mind leaped ahead, skipping and whistling. In...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction |
Lil and I had met and mated when we were both twenty-five. We formed a deep, irrational, obviously neurotic need for one another: love – one of society’s many socially accepted forms of madness. We got married: society’s solution to loneliness, lust...
