FICTION
BRADLEY BAILEY
Dreams don’t always come true (nope, uh-uh)

Bill carefully slid the cloth back and forth four times. Four slow wipes with a clean, white rag. Four wipes a night, five nights a […]

September 25, 2003

DEBORAH FRIEDELL
Another on the Same — Wallace Prize Winner, Fiction

Mrs. Kroplick, as everyone agreed, must not have realized that she was dying. For if she had, she would certainly have planned the funeral arrangements […]

April 24, 2003

OLIVIA CIACCI
Bathwater

“Sometimes it’s best not to avoid the God-awful truth and just –“ Louisa James was not pausing from her work as she frankly uttered the […]

February 27, 2003

MATTHEW MATERA
A pocketful of pebbles

They both seem out of place. In the middle of a depressed coal mining town in Appalachia, in the center of a spacious room, the […]

February 27, 2003

MOLLY KARLIN
Flying

They say that you can never dream your own death, but last night I dreamed mine. I was driving along the Sawmill Parkway, a passenger […]

January 23, 2003

REESE KWON
You have your whole lives ahead of you

This is where she finds herself. On a corner, under a lamp, night, drizzling, waiting, Paris; the Hediard patisserie and a Burberry store closed behind […]

November 14, 2002