They joked about it all the time now. Well for the last couple of years anyway since it suddenly dawned on them that they were both old now and soon would be dead. Joking about it was their way of …
It is -30°F, and a transcendental winter sun pauses briefly on the horizon. Fred and I are tracking polar bears near Barrow, more than 300 miles north of the Arctic Circle. Alone and almost invisible in our cream-colored 4-wheel-drive Toyota, …
It was a perfect day here. The kind of clear cold day in the winter, that makes everyone in the country move to Los Angeles, and who could blame them, appearances count. Outside the window of deli, the clouds danced …
Jeff sat bolt upright in bed, suddenly wide awake. The room was washed in the soft light of the full moon. He’d heard something. Was someone in the house? Maybe Linda had come back. He felt a quickening of his …
There are not so many people about that it would not have been unlikely that the first falling manhole cover would have gone unnoticed, have been utterly unremarked — driving to earth in a farmer’s field, or in a continental …
“Hey, you! You! You guy!”
I turn and look. It’s an old Japanese woman. She’s waving at me from her doorway. She has the look. Instant crazy. Pink bathrobe. Hair curlers. Reading glasses half the size of her head.
“Yeah?” …
“I don’t want to die up here. God please help me. Help me!”
David pushed his back against the hard rock. He was perched on a rough narrow ledge on the face of Mount Kilmer. He pressed himself to the …
Uncle Bill was among the men huddled in the garage, clustered in the corner behind the jig saw and planer table. I stared at them through the kitchen’s rusty screen door but all I could see were the ember tips of …
We got to Ipswich by market day somehow, a small miracle given the state of our cart, which was always just a crooked cobblestone from ruin. There had been no robbers on the road down either, luck be praised. Though, …
Rob peered out from behind the Sunday sports section. Across the room he observed his wife Shelia, doing some sort of handwork with tiny needles. Crocheting, maybe? He didn’t know. Had no clue. Didn’t care. She was dressed in a …