From The Woman Who Never Cooked by Mary L. Tabor, Mid-List Press, 2006; previously published by Chelsea. Mary Tabor is the inaugural grand prize winner of the SFWP Literary Awards Program. ——- Ruth had found one silver earring lying on her bureau, opened...
You meet her in Paris. You’re 23, a beautiful age, and you’re waiting for the people and the place and someone with whom you’ll fall in love to change your life and you haven’t realized that every day, every second, your life has just changed, but still you go on...
Hank dropped a Tylenol and then some tablets for his blood pressure. He chased it down with leftover Jim Beam mixed with yesterday’s cold coffee. Hank looked at a brochure. It read: “No matter how difficult a problem you face, there is a solution. Talk to me first,...
In the parking lot of the Pittsburgh temple, the priests were painting the Ganesh Chathurthi float. In late September the festival season would begin, and the float would be carried by worshippers, most of them middle-aged husbands from all over the Northeast, always...
Chapter One — An Arranged Meeting On a Saturday noon in October, 1952, Rosalind Green stepped nimbly down Twenty-sixth Street in downtown Birmingham wearing her new black patent leather pumps. It was the fall of her senior year at the University of Alabama. She...
I’m at a bar and I’m supposed to be trying to figure out what to do with my life, but instead I’m hunting deer. Bucks. Some of them hide behind the trees and some of them come running out into the clearing from the edges of the screen. I’m pumping the little plastic...
