Tuesday night turned into Wednesday morning, and we were nowhere near home. Me and the boys were always on that pendulum, swinging from...

After their early dinner their last night in Provincetown, they walked to the beach. Light reflected off the water, sprinkled the waves,...

This trip Myrna Sweeney was in first-class. Free drinks though it was still too early for a beer. More legroom so her knees wouldn’t be...

Kevin thought he could take Wayne. At worst, it would be close. Wayne was pulling a hose across a dusty field. “What are you growing?”...

I still can’t really say how or when Miriam made the move from being our English au pair to being my twin brother's girlfriend. It was...

Getting old is a kick in the lady garden, Charles. I’ve only said that once to anyone out loud—to my friend, Jeannie (the one who told...

Henry Fuckbutter was a real man, as real as any before or since. And I’m not just making this up, mind you—you can Google it yourself. I...

The painter’s wife was instantly recognisable: she was hurrying barefoot along the cracked stone path that linked the lodge’s drained...

“When did this happen?” Paula says as she scrolls through her son’s photographs on the laptop. “What?” he asks. Jarred by his question,...

We are here to hunt the beasts the natives call Coqeli. We have traveled six thousand miles by plane, car, boat and helicopter. For two...

Elias Wolf is a perfect name for a vampire, and the Elias Wolf who lived in my hometown of Putnum, West Virginia, certainly looked the...

A few weeks after Haley Lovell’s third birthday, her dad buckled her into her car seat outside the old Milford post office, kissed her...

The upright speakers at the front of the reception hall invite the couples up to slow dance. I sit beside AJ at our table, next to his...

At 7 am on a Friday, Ellie stood outside her apartment dressed like Joan of Arc. From her window upstairs the street had looked sunny and...

Way back in Tommy Tutone's childhood Chicago, the word on the street is that Tommy was conceived under a dead hickory tree, on top of a...

The Walther P22 in Carl Peltier’s glove compartment isn’t the same gun his father used. That was the P38, heavier by a pound and forever...

When I originally wrote this story and sent it to a magazine I thought might be interested, I got it back with the note they rejected it...

Eddie says things must change between us, that they can’t be as before. “Because I’m not here anymore, not really.” He has tried to...

They started with Ravel’s Bolero. Instead of the snare drum with a quiet heartbeat tap, the concert took off with a bang. Sure, before...

“Two cents.” Sarah looked up in surprised. “Oh, nothing. I wasn’t thinking anything.” Emma raised an eyebrow. “Really? Is that why you...