The King in Black by Emily Lautch My bike creaks to a halt under the ruddy pink window that belongs to Danica, an equally ruddy-faced and absolutely beautiful Czech woman who is making funny animal noises from inside the house to welcome me. I’ve stopped under her...
The Bicycle Club by Martin Golan When my parents retired to Florida back in the ‘70s, my father fulfilled a lifelong dream: he learned to ride a bicycle. It thrilled him, being of a generation for whom bicycles were a luxury, the province of uptown rich kids. With a...
The Pied Piper by Laurence Klavan This is a story many people secretly know yet rarely tell, for reasons that will become clear. It involves a woman whose name is familiar if you pay attention to theater, show business or the arts, but it’s not gossip, not as gossip...
Little Knives by Dara-Lyn Shrager That bruised fist clenchesagain in my niece’s chest.A surgeon fishes a guide wirethrough her thigh, lightinga path to her stuttering heart. All the little knives will come,will cut her before she’s done. One year ago, doctors slappeda...
The Drowning by Lindsay Rockwell The Drowning After the pulling her blank breath we red-eyed no grip no hand to hold after the pulling a pall shrouded the beach wind barely sifted the summer heat shock...
