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The Fucking Lake
Diane Williams
New short fiction from Diane Williams. ‘The major events of my life are done with, except, of course, for my final downfall.’
The Great Santa
Geoffrey Wolff
‘The Great Santa, like circumstance itself, blew hot and cold; He was all caprice, chance, crapshoot.’
The Island
Jack Underwood
‘She draws from her mind the image of a giant steel girder, pictures it smashing through the wall of the bar, obliterating everything, legs and arms reaching and waving.’
The Kabul Markhor
Nell Zink
‘He felt very lonely after spending the winter holed up in his cabin eating Doritos.’
The Landlady
Geling Yan
‘After all, they were landlady and tenant; what right did he have to meddle?’
The Last Thing We Need
Claire Vaye Watkins
‘I think there will be lightning tonight; the air has that feel.’
The Lens Factory
John Updike
‘It made him feel lopsided, this sense of being plucked at by nervousness and dread.’
The Little Winter
Joy Williams
‘She remembered being happy off and on that day, and then looking at things and finding it all unkind.’
The Mountain Road
William Wall
‘Funeral homes are always cold. There were pine benches in lines like a church. They had been varnished recently and there was that heady smell. It reminded me of my father’s boat, the wheelhouse brightwork newly touched up. It was the smell of childhood.’
