Fiction

The Thief

Ebbing had perfect fetal recall.

The Kiss

“Tell me what man would drive all that way if there wasn’t something waiting.”

Outside, People Were Crying, Or They Weren’t

Is that bizarre? he asked. That such a brief experience of love was too much?

Time in NYC

He had Alex now, he thought. He wouldn’t feel those old pangs. But the loneliness greeted him like a—well, not so much like an old friend. But. You know. Like loneliness.

Bugsy

The videos were different from anything I’d ever seen. Rope, leather, buckles, straitjackets, Lycra, latex, gas masks, ball gags. The women had ideas and Vanessa let them act the ideas out.

The Hazards of Carpooling

This was a real friend. Like old times—better times. When your chip bags spilled over and your idols reeked and all your friends tried to kill you.

ADMN

Fate gives the enigmatic-yet-still-relatable protagonist the good partnering fortune she deserves.

You Shouldn’t Be Here

I see now that I’m synecdochic for every institution she’s felt pinched by, every older person she’s felt used by. She wants to summon what little power she has left and ruin.

Supporting Details

There was, I thought, a type of man who’d frequent a bathhouse. This turned out to be ignorance.

From How Deep Was That Sound?

In the middle of the night, the train makes one of many stops in a small town whose name appears written in a dream alphabet.