I am a connoisseur of places to sit.
Drive-In
We both paused and stared at the screen in time for a bomb to burst, engulfing everything in white.
American Ginseng
She says, “I have to. This is, like, my last chance, you know?”
Memories of Nobody
How time had passed and made fools out of us.
Grim Trigger
But one is a writer, and one is a hero, because it is the only thing they could possibly be.
The Blow-It On Cheezer Row
The worst were the blow-its. A blow-it was unpredictable. Anything could happen.
1981
In the first half of 1981, it was just a few who died.
Latent in Translation
She knew how to read a newspaper article when she was five; now she cannot tell Chinese from hieroglyphics.
The God of Love
As I walked home, I felt it—little wings against my lungs.
Montauk’s Design
Two houses, virtually identical in structure and appearance. Odd, right?
