Fiction

Died and Gone to Vegas

“That story’s sadder’n a armless old man in a room full of skeeters,” Raynelle said. “You sorry sons of bitches tell the depressingest lies I ever heard.”

A Country Killing

Albro was messed up, a snake eating its tail. He couldn’t think of anything but her hot, ringless hand, the big haunches under her dress

The Artist

He was a father, a husband, and a video artist, who created experimental films. But he hadn’t always been any of these things, and today his past was catching up with him

Rich

He knew he was a cliché: the groom with cold feet. But everybody has dobts , he told her. Didn’t she have any doubts?

The Stucco House

That was how things happened, Teddy decided. That was how God ran his game. He sat up there and thought of mean things to do and then changed his mind

Min

Even after all those years of feminist theory here she was, asking for criteria by which she should judge other women, hoping to find a suitable wife for her friend