fiction

Children test God timidly at first: a lie, a trick, an unnoticeable theft. When no lightning strikes, they try again and again until their hearts turn black...

The last time Mary ran away, no one looked for her. She was young, seventeen, unformed and rebelliously thin...

Jim sat in his hand-carved chair and looked Elizabeth dead in the center of her two wide, blue eyes and bellowed cruelly, with the fatigue of a man at the end of his rope.

My husband drives, both hands steady and tense on the wheel. The winding Colorado two-lane highway bends against the ridges of the canyon. We are here to fix things, but I wonder if we'll watch them break.

In a town near the forest, where Rowan trees grow, where the wind speaks in voices of times long ago...

What an unrelentingly unappealing existence man chose for himself.

Tires sink into cement and lights are floating lanterns hanging in the early morning sky.

It's evening time and rain drums against my windowpane and it's the only sound in the darkness of my bedroom.