I was trimming the mango tree that afternoon, a long time ago now. My soul is sick without you, and … More
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Caution (Part Ten)
Chan hunched in the vestibule. The shouting came from the right. Peering around the corner, he saw that this great hall … More
Lunch Break (Part Three)
“Well no, but you know, I get it. When these guys are all worked up before they do it, it’s unreal … More
Puzzle (300)
I was teaching two sections of English Composition 101, and two of 102. I still couldn’t quite understand the need for … More
Ties That Bind (650)
“But I grew up with Jerry. I can’t believe he’d be involved in criminal activity, David.” Chan said, “Lanning, people grew … More
Hiding Out (1000)
“I, well, okay, you sure about that?” “Yes.” He stood up. “Let’s go now.” Once we got going he told … More
All the Trimmings (500)
No one made Thanksgiving feasts like my mom. For one thing, the turkey was always juicy. I don’t know why, but that’s … More
Relations (700)
I shivered. It felt like someone had shot up the room with an ice cannon. She was maybe 5’7”, short black … More
Plan A (350)
To hear mom speak, however tersely about him, I’d gathered a good idea that my father might be one of … More
Protection (300)
After she’d left Café Bon-Bon, Denise Chan had made a beeline for Miles Kuroda’s apartment. When Miles opened the door, … More
A Safe Place II (475)
Chris Andaya’s smoldering rage scared Denise Chan, and his capacity for harming other human beings terrified her. What horrified her most, … More
Cuz nowdays not like befo, das why,
so dis year I only goin be one half year oldahdan I was my las birtday. Cuzj’like I nevah live wit … More
Something Solid (350)
Chan went to the desk and picked up. “Hello.” Silence. “Hello?” “Who’s this?” came from the other end. “I’m Denise’s brother.” … More
Keep Your Friends Close (175)
They sat down in the two barber chairs. Chan said, “Did Rudy work here alone?” “Yeah,” Yamamoto said. “So why … More
The Real (HS 152)
You will know what real is when you ridethe dreams of smoke and updraft air, waves breakingon the breath of … More
Memory (HS 146)
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wipe the slate clean,tabula rasa, my mind a blank, history erased, wake up tomorrow knowing nothingbut … More
From Rags
These things. I thought I’d wear them only when I died.I’ve never been accused of being a social butterfly,have long … More
Democracy in Action (HS 138)
Every one of us saw him as an ignorant ass,and the beer was cold, and the oaths flowed,and maybe we … More
New York 1972
Wow. This is a way too much longer walkthan my sister told me it would be.Maybe I turned wrong somehow?Maybe I … More