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The Stroke

He glowered even as a little child. Maybe because he has your bad eyes.

The Structure of Bubbles

He was trying to seduce me with his history, which was mine as well.

The Stylist

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

The Stylist

For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.

The Sugar Factory

Like New York City, the factory was circumscribed but infinite.

The Swallow

Take this man, Stepan. His deep mellow voice soars in my heart.

The Sympathy of Angels

We see how tired you are as you lean on your rifle or your shovel.

The Tale of the Three Apples

The people flocked to witness the execution of Ja’afar and his kinsmen.

The Teaching of Writing

Young people have a gift for reviving freshness of language.

The Television Detective’s Red Hair

A charmed sequence of words. The jangle. The strum.

The Third Round

If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.

The Threat of Peace

At a red light he touches his cheek. The stubbly skin is sensitive, febrile.

The Town That Believed Wolf

Surely a million mothers and school teachers can’t be entirely wrong.

The Tracks

No parent has yet been born who can save a child from childhood.

The Traveler’s Story of a Terribly Strange Bed

We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.

The Treatment of Bibi Haldar

Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.

The Truth

I try to imagine him wanting only a Toblerone bar for his birthday.

The Under-Assistant West Coast Promotion Man

These adventures taught me that writers are flawed human beings.

The Underground

Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.

The Vanishing

He pushed aside a photograph of a man with a knife stuck in his eye.

The Vending Machine at the End of the World

He cut down on beer and moved into the hotel that had my name.

The Victims

When I think on it, I can’t believe I’m going to kill two people over weed.

The Well Diggers

She wonders if he will be all right. She assumes he has four-wheel drive.

The White Cat

He didn’t mind, he insisted, that he loved her more than she loved him.

The Wicked Girl of Kowloon City

Somebody would be a lot happier if she were more like her mother.

The Widows of Whitechapel

Say what you will, a human being has the right to their own body.

The Woman in the Rose-Colored Dress

My mother and I remained apart. My father came late to the party.

The Woman Who Turned Down a Date with a Cherry Farmer

I was dusty, my ponytail all askew and the tips of my fingers ran red.

The Women

She asked, “What’s the weirdest thing you can do with your body?”

The Word

She began to see the word, or traces of it, wherever she went.