
Scars
A short story
He was tired, he said, of feeling sorry for both of them. Then don’t come back, she said
He’d been warned to be cautious, but after years of prison he intended to enjoy his freedom fully
He did not want a swimming pool, or walk-in closets. He wasn’t sure he wanted to buy a house in the first place. His wife and son, however, hoped to show him the way
He gazed into the eyes of the orangestriped fish and for a moment felt as if he, too, were floating, rocking, oddly out of place
The chest had belonged to his parents, and their parents before them. Now where would it go?
Conrad’s father had come to visit after an absence of several years, and now sought a way to get close to his son
The only thing morepainful than grief, she has discovered,is hidden grief
She had rarely been sick, and never since she married. And now, also uncharacteristically she began to feel sorry for herself
Sunny didn’t tell anyone about the engagement ring. Of all sins, she thought, betrayal is surely the worst