Category: Fiction

“Do you know how difficult it is to be a superhero in Portland?” The kid just stared, slack-jawed and bored. He considered the question, but barely. There was hardly any …

The copier needed toner. “What is toner, anyway?” asked Kurt, scratching his pate through his thinning hair. I told him. No one wanted to replace the toner, because no one …

The old man tried to remember how long he had been running through the routine. Every day, up at six, a breakfast of a slice of toast, a glass of …

She held the rock in her hand like a wounded animal. A voice in her head told her to throw it. It sang lively songs to her about victory over …

All Ronald Tremayne wanted that day was a Snapple. A Bali Blast Snapple, a tang of tropical fruit — exotic kiwi, the staple pineapple, the rush of lime. It was …

“For me, it was that little girl we found in the woods, up in the arboretum. You know, the one who disappeared, and everyone thought it was some disfigured rapist …

Valerie looks at a heart-shaped frame, carved from dark mahogany, the grain forming waves around its perimeter. It encloses a photograph she would rather forget, but cannot bring herself to …