Stories
Nickle and Dimed
She wants to change his mind.
“Jesus, Dad, are you even listening to me?”
“I am, I am. What were you saying?”
“I was saying that you shouldn’t live at the shore. You should stay in your house and sell the shore house.”
“I like the shore. If I live there then that will be my house and my […]
Bangor Maine
11 April 2007 | Brett | Stories
Einstein has nothing to do with this. That was what she had told herself when she accepted a job offer from the Institute for Advanced Study. She told it to herself again when she bought a white, clapboard house in Princeton’s Mercer Hill Historic District. And it was what she had told herself, over and […]
Three Stories About Paranoia
9 April 2007 | Gerry | Stories
The Lock
The last time I checked the front door deadbolt it was locked. Wasn’t it? It was just five minutes ago, but I thought it was locked. Definitely locked. Could I have unlocked it when I touched it to confirm its lockedness? Could a finger’s feather brush do that? Maybe. Now I’m not sure.
Maybe it […]
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Finding Jesus
31 March 2007 | Gerry | Stories
Jon dried his palms on his pants. Like dragging on a cigarette—the habit was gone, but the similes remained—it gave him something to do while he thought of something to say, without the lingering smell. So he just sat there, rubbing his pants as if a genie would appear and grant him a few much-needed […]