Henry and Laura collapsed on the nearest boulder. They were panting and baked in the day’s sweat. Their lungs burned with a day of...

She is assaulted by the morning sky. A sky masquerading as a robin’s egg, skimming rooftops, touching cracked and shifting slates with...

We don’t hear the door or his footsteps over the music and our laughter. “Oh, for fucks sake,” Mitchell says after walking through the...

CW: violence and suicide Muted Voices Chris, the boss of ‘Wheels-to-the-Future’, a failing wheelchair sales company, organises an online...

The divan in the posh fitting room wasn’t the place to have a good cry, though the even posher attendants were used to brides,...

Tallboys, Tony told me, came in dove grey and Chantilly grey and London oak and Rutland oak and more varieties than most people might...

CW: suicide After the fire, even as the rain comes, a man will most miss what he never had. A service had cleaned his condominium...

CW: violence My uncle was a terrible man. It's a statement I won't take back. He has seen and been through some things, you know. Any...

Elisabeth stood within the bounds of the cupola and looked out to sea. The storm was beginning to rage full-tilt now, abusive and...

I noticed Eve first at the Bad Ass Café in Dublin in Temple Bar. She sat across from me and I thought she looked a lot like my favorite...

We’d split remainders of bottom-shelf half-gallons between the six of us at Jason’s and it wasn’t until after 11:30 we realized we needed...

Today was cold but bright, the October sun low on the horizon and bouncing rainbows from the car windscreens. The children were laughing...

Discovering that most supermarket, free-range turkeys primarily congregate in overcrowded, dirty sheds, Evie bought herself a free-range...

My neck aches from gazing at the clear glass ceiling in the Grand Gallery but I don’t know what else to do. I’ve studied every detail of...

There was no light in the sky. True, scientists never expected the pole star to go supernova, and yet it so unceremoniously blinking out...

Angie has a small part in my unpublished novel. Her daughter, Mindy, is the catalyst in the novel and the second protagonist as it were....

There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath. - H....

Back when I used to tell my famous bed story, I told it slowly. In my mind, its events needed to undulate like a flag filmed in slow...

It was the same every time it happened, Al thought, as he pulled on the gloves. After the bodies had been uncovered or the evidence...

Alex kept digging until her forearms were on fire. She crouched down, clawing through layers of hats, purses, belts, wishing she’d worn...