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Tag Archives: Fiction
Joy Williams, Argos—a new parable
I had waited for my absent master for twenty years and when he returned he came in the guise of a beggar, a mangy tramp, a bag of bones. This was calculation, this deception, the final triumphant wile of the wily Ulysses. I alone recognized him. I thumped my tail in joy though I hadn’t […]
The prodigious Kate Bernheimer
Kate Bernheimer, whose story “Goodnight” we feature in Little Star Weekly this week, has more going on than can possibly be expressed in one tiny author’s note. First of all, her anthology, xo Orpheus: Fifty New Myths, is due out in a month. It is a follow-up to her widely admired previous anthology My Mother […]
My Father’s Apartment, by Michael Kimball
Sometimes in the summer, my father would make us all get in the family car and then he would drive us around on these country roads. All I really remember from those drives is how each of us looked out our own open window—that and how loud the wind could be and how the wind […]
Duplex, by Kathryn Davis
Now the streetlights came on. It wouldn’t be dark for a while yet, though the sky already felt like it was filled with coming darkness. Miss Vicks had gotten up from the bench and was preparing to cross the overwide section of road between the lot and the holly bush at the foot of the […]
Days in the History of Silence, by Merethe Lindstrøm
I catch sight of the empty chair where Simon usually sits and sleeps. As recently as yesterday I watched him. His face, with sleep smoothing out all his facial features, I looked at the shoulders that seem shrunken, and the one leg he always stretches out a little, the hand with the wedding ring. When […]
Journey to Trinidad, 1845, by Robert Antoni
As the Rosalind drew closer, as the whitecaps settled and the ocean shifted color from slate-gray to bright aquamarine, they revealed theyself to us in all they splendor. Because let me tell you after twenty-eight days aboard ship, only staring at nothing more solid than the empty horizon, they were something astonishing to see. First it was […]
“Company,” by Ann Beattie
Let me try this out, he thought, pulling into the driveway with its bottom-scraping incline, the one Dana always said would eventually force her to get out of the car and walk, as she piled on the pounds as an old lady. I’ll try this out: I instinctively know I’m sick, I suspect I’m dying, […]
“Just As You Like It,” by Jean McGarry
God created everything in a rage. He had never wanted more than what he had: airy space and his own kind of play. He’d come from an old family and was the only boy. Everything there was was his, and he spent his days, before the world was there to bug him, changing into different […]
“On the Death of the Author,” by Álvaro Enrigue
Some stories are, seemingly, impossible to tell. It must be at least ten years since I took a trip through California, and since then I’ve been trying to write, without the least success, the story of a particular grand finale: it’s the story of Ishi, a Yahi Indian who was discovered in his aboriginal condition […]
“Summer Voices,” by John Banville
—Are you coming or are you just going to stand there all day? He turned. The girl stood between the two ancient bicycles, a saddle held in each of her small hands. —I’m coming, he grunted. They mounted and rode slowly down to the gate, where he halted while the girl swung carelessly out into […]