Mrs. Borne was sitting on the floor of their apartment waiting for her husband to return from work. In a burst of anxious contemplation,...

Do you remember the strawberries? You said you loved the plumpness of them, the ripeness- that they made you think of spring, of...

They sloshed around the dark bathroom like large animals after tranquilizer darts. Two of the walls were cinder-block, a basement corner....

It had just happened a week ago, and she was running. Eleanor Grisby, her face etched with the lines of sixty years, sharp eyes looking...

I am at my ugliest when I run, red with exertion and dripping with sweat. I have pulsing veins that appear on my forehead and sometimes,...

Lila starts, awakening on the family room couch, a blanket noosed about her torso and legs. In her nightmare, a monstrous tree leafed in...

She had last seen him thirty years before in an abrupt end to a whirlwind romance. She remembered the glance over her shoulder as she...

In the game I played an error— merely a slide—an amusement—in an evening’s topography. But you grew up elsewhere—in a country where...