• Afternoon at Père-Lachaise

    ‘Let’s go,’ said Sophie, tugging at the sleeve of his jumper. ‘I want to see Jim Morrison before it gets dark.’

  • The Wink

    I’m telling you, it really happened. I’d taken Monday off for a dentist appointment—a few weeks ago the nurse had written down all the numbers and...

  • The Japanese Garden

    I don’t remember how I got the job, really. A lot of things are like that. I suppose it could be said that I was in a slump. Things didn’t seem to...

  • Last Days of John Billingsley

    Now I’ve really seen everything. War in Ukraine, the Cubs winning the world series, skin tones on emojis—and, two weeks ago, or three when you’ll b...

  • Driving Out

    My story ends something like this: on Saturday the 14th of January, 2023—about half-hour after having lunch at the Lake Oswego Burgerville—I backed...

  • That One Marine

    This little cocksucker’s really got it going out for him—he keeps going this way he’s going to find himself in the kind of alligator water that swa...

  • Then it Hit Me Like Ten Elephants

    There’s this game that my ex-girlfriend Melissa and I used to play back when we were teenagers at Hartford High. It was a pretty simple parking lot...

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