Damned If I Do

Damned If I Do

Epigenesis “What are you doing?” the trout asks. “I’m turning on the heat.” “Leave it off.” Alan Turing does. “My wife is very smart,” he says. He doesn’t look at the fish while he speaks. “She’s...
Dandelion Wine

Dandelion Wine

Season of Disbelief The thing about the children happened in the middle of summer. Mrs. Bentley, coming out to water the ivy upon her front porch, saw two cool-colored sprawling girls and a small boy lying on her lawn, enjoying the immense prickling of the grass. At...
The Night by Ray Bradbury

The Night by Ray Bradbury

You are a child in a small town. You are, to be exact, eight years old, and it is growing late at night. Late for you, accustomed to bedding in at nine or nine-thirty: once in a while perhaps begging Mom or Dad to let you stay up later to hear Sam and Henry on that...
Damned If I Do

Damned If I Do

Warm and Nicely Buried “Mrs. Marotta, Jose is gone.” The woman took Fragua’s hand and patted it as if consoling him. “Yes, my son is dead.” She assured him that her feet were planted firmly on real ground. “Mrs. Marotta, I...