He Knew Them All: A Literary History

The old man who opened the door had about him a faint musty smell, like a book taken from a damp, subterranean library shelf. “So, are you the guy…


Rain

Is it raining? she asked. What? Is it raining? I bent low to catch the sound. Her tongue slowly reached out to moisten her whitened lips. I held her…


When the Rains Stopped

As near as I can understand what happened, the Smiths arrived by plane and left by box. The box was on a plane, but the Smiths, newly dead, didn't…


Silence

After 20 years, Abel Gittle finally figured out a proper response to his life. It was April of 1968. Abel went to bed on a Wednesday night, said…