The Date

The crack in the ceiling looks like a river if I turn my head. I found it the first week and I check it every morning which is actually every…

The Boy

The garden was warm for October. Late afternoon, the light coming through the birch trees in long slants. I was cutting back the roses along the south wall — the…

The Garden Party

The lilies were wrong. Not the color — the color was correct, white with the faintest blush at the center, the variety Edmund had planted along the south wall fourteen…

The Visit

Her mother is wearing the red dress. Soo-min watches through the glass, her hand pressed against the cold surface. On the other side, on the screen that shows what her…

The Shepherd

The nail was wrong. Isabel could see it from where she stood. A sliver of white extending maybe a millimeter past the fingertip on the resident’s left index finger. She…

The Technician

The Halo was making the sound again. Not the clean hum of standby. The other sound, the one that had started three days ago. A faint whine at the edge…