Bruce and Mavis, Mavis and Bruce. They blow through my hair like the Holy Spirit. Our double helixes have never danced, but they are...

Tuesday night turned into Wednesday morning, and we were nowhere near home. Me and the boys were always on that pendulum, swinging from...

After their early dinner their last night in Provincetown, they walked to the beach. Light reflected off the water, sprinkled the waves,...

This trip Myrna Sweeney was in first-class. Free drinks though it was still too early for a beer. More legroom so her knees wouldn’t be...

Have I Said Too Much? by Carmen Delzell Short Stories Paycock Press 2021 These short stories, some only a few paragraphs long, range...

I still can’t really say how or when Miriam made the move from being our English au pair to being my twin brother's girlfriend. It was...

Henry Fuckbutter was a real man, as real as any before or since. And I’m not just making this up, mind you—you can Google it yourself. I...

The painter’s wife was instantly recognisable: she was hurrying barefoot along the cracked stone path that linked the lodge’s drained...

He checked into the hotel early in the afternoon and paid with cash. The name he used was Richard Sanderson. The identification he...

It’s around five-thirty when I clock out. Mike is protesting outside the clinic again. He’s got this hand-written placard that says...

“When did this happen?” Paula says as she scrolls through her son’s photographs on the laptop. “What?” he asks. Jarred by his question,...

We are here to hunt the beasts the natives call Coqeli. We have traveled six thousand miles by plane, car, boat and helicopter. For two...

Elias Wolf is a perfect name for a vampire, and the Elias Wolf who lived in my hometown of Putnum, West Virginia, certainly looked the...

A few weeks after Haley Lovell’s third birthday, her dad buckled her into her car seat outside the old Milford post office, kissed her...

They kept the fucking a secret, as their workplace rules compelled: more difficult than it seemed since between them vibrated a palpable...

The upright speakers at the front of the reception hall invite the couples up to slow dance. I sit beside AJ at our table, next to his...

We push open the doors that say Masks required, No mask? No service, Mask up—it’s the law. Who looks at signs on doors. Who listens. We...

Her name was Albert II. But that wasn’t her real name; that’s what the NASA engineers called her, those doughy-faced men with pocket...

Way back in Tommy Tutone's childhood Chicago, the word on the street is that Tommy was conceived under a dead hickory tree, on top of a...

“I—am—so—sorry,” she says to me. Each word is a pause, a breath, a gift. Gifts that I no longer expected, but still wanted. I want us to...