What Chekhov Meant to Tell Me by Jill Bronfman
Anton and I were in school together, and while he was a year younger than me, he seemed like an old man to me.
It Never Really Happened by Jaime Gill
Guillem arrives late, as always, rapid-firing apologies at his boss as he bustles through the beach bar and pulls on his apron. He stops at my table first, pointing to my near-empty glass. “Another beer, Miss?” Miss. Sweet, when I’m old enough to be his mother.
Me and Barnaby, Alone by Travis Flatt
For the week after the shipwreck, the Strongman and I lived off bananas, but he got sick off some tropical bug from bad stream water he guzzled uncooked.
Background Noise by Peter DeMarco
Henry lived inside the lie of the film set. He was an actor, not really an actor, but an extra.
Kingfisher by Rebecca Croser
My husband and I have our backs to the sea, fixed as we are on the puzzle. Plywood, 527 pieces, laser-cut with bird whimsies.