The River by NightBy Ronald De Feo
I go down to the river at night. Weather permitting. Or often when not permitting. I usually head out quite late, when most neighborhood residents are off the streets and tucked safely away. They obviously dont suffer from my kind of restlessness, my kind of pressure.
from The Case for My FatherBy Alice Feiring
Coffee and cake first. Fresh Freihoffers! my father declared as my boyfriend Alex and I walked in the door. This invitation was presented with such enthusiasm Dad could have been tempting us with the pastry equivalent of Domaine Romanée Conti instead of Gallo.
from Kali's DayBy Bonny Finberg
I headed for the black silk dress with spaghetti straps. A man held it out at arms length and told the salesgirl, Ill think about it, handed it back and walked away. I rushed over as she was putting it back on the rack. How much?
RERUNS REZOOMED: a serial novelBy Jonathan Baumbach
They come during the night, two men in stocking feet, and lift me out of bed while I am still, for all they know, asleep, and carry me between them down a narrow hallway that seems to go on forever.
AS FEDERMAN USED TO SAYBy Ted Pelton
As Federman used to say when I was his student in the mid-80s that each of his books began with a sentence he heard in his head, here is a sentence for Federman, who last week, as he would also say, changed tense...
Shitty MickeyBy John Reed and Michele Witchipoo
Mickey, Britney Spears, Sarah Palin and the Mystery Blonde take refuge at Netherland, while they wait for their royalty checks to make them rich again.
from ClassifiedBy Fran Gordon
All the houses we lived in were dark, because when mother was a girl someone had told her that light and moving air carried heat and that darkness was cooler. She kept the windows shaded and shuttered.