Scholar's Mate
We’re at it again this morning. Chess. Old Walter always grabs the white set. Says you don’t get ahead by starting second. ‘You’re at it again,’ I say.
The Latecomer
With quick eyebrows and a soothing, sad expression, Edith moved to the front row, careful not to look impatient.
The Menkas
Not that long ago, in Macedonia, there was a man. He lived in a small town on a cobbled street in a wooden house.
Eve's Apples
Karl loves Eve and William loves Eve and Eve doesn’t care.
Dark Places
The bus moved slowly along Riddiford Street, and the mid-morning sun slanted through the windows on the left-hand side, spilling over the seats and scattered passengers.
I Guess This Is It
It’s been a day of ceremony and memories, of war stories from the trenches of teaching. Thirty years in the same school.
Out of Hibernation
Standing fourth back in line at the Walgreens checkout, Marilee couldn’t help but notice the almost-bare back right in front of her.