Stories that stay with you

The OPEN sign buzzed and dropped a letter, so it read PEN for a second before it caught again. Dana had one arm in her coat and the transfer papers zipped into…

Walter set the two bowls of scraps out before the streetlights cut off, one at the foot of the step and one at the far edge of the gravel where the woods starte…

At the end of the hall the sleet ticked against the window, and Dana Ruiz counted her way toward it: blood pressure on 216, turn 221, crush the pills for 208, w…

The dog knew which train. Out of forty a day it came only for the 5:42, gray at the muzzle now, and sat at the yellow line with its front paws even, watching th…

Walter Voss diced the chicken with the good knife and carried it four blocks to a cat that wouldn't let him touch it. Two years he'd done this, and in two years…