The end of this story is when Angela’s best friend from high school, Madeline, is dragged by a bull shark beneath the sunrise-dappled waves and carried out to sea on a riptide.
The Bird-in-Hand Farmer’s Market is busiest on Saturdays, Anna Lapp’s day to help her mother at Lapp’s Canned Goods. Their stall is in the far right corner, one of about forty surrounding the perimeter of the former warehouse.
Mrs. Dalloway said that she would walk to the office herself.
For she knew the way; and the secretary already had his work cut out for him, without having to escort her.
The American had a heart attack in French class: that’s what they wrote on his chart at the hospital in Carcassonne when they rushed him in. His teacher went along because she knew he could barely speak the language, and right then he couldn’t speak at all.
An hour before dawn on the day after they shot his friend Tomas Ziniewicz, Jakow Trachtenberg saw through the greasy dormitory window a pigeon tumble to the ground, imperfectly refracted, near the spot where the guard had spilled the day’s soup a month before.
I was alone, on my knees, in my closet-sized bedroom, dutifully running through the rosary, when my prayers were disrupted by that most sensual of pleasures—the aroma of a well-cooked dinner.
A boy in the neighborhood had become a problem for Rella. For years he had shouted names like “Knucklenose” and “Vat,” names whose significance she could not determine, whenever their paths crossed and he was in the mood.
I knew a wedding DJ once who claimed he could reorder any space based on the songs he chose to play. It’s all just an algorithm, higher math, the music of the spheres; if you know the right sequence, you can move anybody anywhere.
Minus fourteen degrees. The cold has strange effects on the landscape, on the forest and air. It renders the world motionless and silent, brittle. Ice-covered and frosted in snow.
Redo reached around his seat and grabbed at the money the man was trying to stuff into his front pocket. If he could get just another five pounds out of the man, that would cover lunch.
My senior year at Stanford, I had two roommates, Eve and Bethany. Both of them were paying the obscene tuition on their own, and both were bitter about it. I liked to think they put me in a category apart from the rest of the rich, spoiled students, because every quarter my tuition was late...
Behind a windowed storefront full of live butterflies, Aaron sat at an old Formica table surrounded by numbers. It was night, and the only light in the whole declining strip mall (the sub-shop next door was now a check-cashing outfit, the Laundromat gutted and for rent) came from his desk lamp. The numbers around him...