Fiction
By Hollis Seamon.
“’Why?’ Althea leaned toward the splotchy-pale student who sat in her small office chair, his wide khaki thighs overflowing its seat.”
by Maija Stromberg.
“’Well, here’s the good Dr. Kaspar stuck out in a field in the middle of nowhere,’ LeeAnn said.”
by Leslie Patterson.
“I am a disease. My very existence poisons my father’s life.”
by Robert Oldshue.
“Let me tell you one thing: these know-it-alls who come around hawking computerized this and that to make Shady Rest work like the Holiday Inn have never worked in a nursing home.”
by Steve Fayer.
“My father killed his mother, confessed it to me in his last year as the black dog of depression chased him toward his own grave.”
by Amanda McComick.
“She had an endless appetite for information, and even though it was just a million different angles on the same collapsing towers, she filed away the details, she hungered for information.”
by Simon Eskow.
“Princess Ugmo was a sulky curled-up thing with the skin of a plucked and boiled chicken. She sat apart from the other patients in the dayroom, scanning the gossip pages, searching vainly for her boldfaced name.”
by Mark Rigney.
“All of the Peace Corps medics are male and white. The most retiring of these, Claude Renner, is the one unlucky enough to be nearest the entrance when the soldier bursts inside, carrying his unconscious son in his arms.”
by Kathryn Kulpa.
“It’s going to happen today. He can feel it waiting to happen, because he’s wanted to know for so long. There are people who live to satisfy curiosity, and Derrick is one of them.”