We were never lovers. I’m not sure he has lovers, other than the music. We weren’t even really friends, but I did once make him cry. (fiction)
Tag: literary fiction
Two mothers choose their own ending. Their daughter, who’s devoted her life to other people’s choices, must live with the one her mothers made without her. (fiction)
A Friday evening, a blinding headache, and the dreaded return to an empty apartment. For Lucy, even the familiar walk home feels like an ordeal. (fiction)
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I went to Brett’s work and asked him, point-blank, what he saw in his new girlfriend Stella… (fiction)
“When it comes to Brown’s latest, the White (or even in some cases Grimy) City should be proud,” Laurie Levy writes of Rosellen Brown’s “The Lake on Fire.”
