Tag: short story
Camille
*Opening of a short story entitled ‘Camille’ focusing on a perceived vampire of the Victorian era, Camille Monfort. Men flock to me as hungry birds, ravenous for otherness, an exotic morsel to devour. I’m a unique flower, one that grows on mountaintops, cast away from all others that pale in Read more
Riverview Roving into Summer
The narrow office is dim, like the interior of a grocery store freezer, but instead of a chilling curtain hanging in the secluded air, a thick, musty, scent drips off the books that stretch from floor to ceiling. One small window in this same closet, behind the desk, is cracked Read more
Brief Encounters
She first sees him on a Tuesday night at the rooftop bar of the Ace Hotel. He’s wearing dark blue jeans, a white button-up shirt, and black boots, and he and the bartender, an attractive woman in her late thirties with a black rose tattooed on the side of her Read more
from THE LOST BROTHER
Nearly eight years after my father’s death, I received a phone call from the nurse I had hired at the end of his life. Jen was a kind and compassionate person, and she had been at his side when he passed away. Because of her other commitments, she was unable Read more
How (Not) to Feed a Daughter
My delight at the ultrasound tech’s declaration, “It’s a girl,” was immediately followed by a heaviness and fear I associated with that specific gender reveal: the food thing. I did not feel this panic a year ago when the sex of my son was announced. Food things were girl things. Read more
After Hours
I’d arrived in Los Angeles two years earlier, on New Year’s Eve, 1979, after completing graduate work at the University of Minnesota and deciding that I wouldn’t survive another midwestern winter. So after a three-day road trip in my ex-husband’s Chevrolet Impala that included striking a deer in South Dakota, Read more
How Do You Feel About Nudity?
I had been someone’s wife. When he died, I was someone’s widow. I could hardly breathe, carrying the weight of us in me. One pint at a time, Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra soothed, but the feeling of longing took me down, longing for us and longing now for me. Read more