But —

But —

—I love my wife and kids. +++++But sometimes a man just needs to get away. You know? Just have a little time to himself. +++++It’s not like I was looking for trouble. But— +++++Just a drive. That’s all I wanted. Just me and the highway. It didn’t even have to be the...
High Fidelity

High Fidelity

Storm watches as I unlock the apartment door and enter, using Fran’s spare key. He fixes the left eye on me, then his head swivels and he inspects me with the right. Both are an unsettling lightning-bolt yellow encased in a white mask. His neck elongates and his gaze...
Love the Art, Not the Artist

Love the Art, Not the Artist

The opening should have announced the arrival of a new force in the art world, the first solo ex-hibition of Vassily Kirilenko’s work. I’d invited all the right people to my gallery—critics and patrons, collectors and novices. I’d hung only the best canvases on bare...
Revelations in the Tavern

Revelations in the Tavern

I was happy having my own little tavern. A place where my sister Ann and I had escaped the clutches of war. We moved to this secluded space in 1631 after my husband fell in the raids of the Swedes. The little plot of land with a two-story tavern and little side house...
A Good Man Goes South

A Good Man Goes South

He walks into the kitchen, his story rehearsed in his head. He has told it before, so the delivery should be natural, the sell easy. No questions. He thinks, this is the easy part, the hard part…then he pushes the rest away. +++++His wife is making some snickerdoodles...