Chuan was angry, so angry she forgot her English. She ran from her house thinking in her own tongue, not his, not when she was this angry. She was in a town where she couldn’t get lost. Or rather, she shouldn’t. It was dangerous to get angry and lost in a town that...
“M42 back to the E train, E train to Sutphin, figure out the rest there.” If the E train passes through Elmhurst station, does it not stand to reason that no train whatsoever stops there? I had this revelation long after I’d discovered that not only is...
At sixty-five, Mark Armstrong was the same weight he’d been as a high school point guard—one-hundred-fifty-five pounds on a lean five-foot-eleven frame—though, as he liked to joke, the distribution was different. Still, he felt good about his health, about how he...
SOMETIME IN DECEMBER, the heater broke. It wasn’t such a big deal — we had blankets and afghans — but still, it wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world. Harry said we should bundle up and wear jackets and coats in the house, stay curled up in front of...
“Mammoth Hot Springs.” James pointed to the upper left corner of the map. “Let’s do that. You liked the geysers yesterday.” “Sure. Okay.” Meekay shrugged, her sweatshirt sliding around on her shoulders. “If you want.” “It’s not about what I want, Meekay. I’m asking...
Is writing not something of great magnificence? If so, why can we not make a difference? The world has never been static, neither has writing. It is dynamic. It makes the world revel and reveal itself. Out went the traditional writing feather or pen, and in surged the...
