Category: Fiction

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 …

Mark Hennessy wasn’t sure how it started; perhaps it was the way his colleagues at Channel 8 smirked when his name was mentioned, even when he was standing near enough …

There was a prince named Rudolf, symbol of the baroque gaudiness that was Vienna in the nineteenth century, who put a bullet through his brain after killing his seventeen-year-old mistress. …

Take a photograph, steal a soul. I’ve heard that certain cultures refuse to allow their pictures to be taken because of this reason.

The leaves were just beginning to change color, and we were sitting up on Mount Tabor, having a cute little picnic, six of us, and Jean told us she had …