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The Musician

She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.

The N

Ron Carlson

The New Arrival

The child is too perfect to be human; too perfect, truthfully, to exist.

The Nightcrawler

He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.

The Painted Veil

Kitty reached the age of twenty-five and was still unmarried.

The Perfect Couple

It had been four weeks and five days since she confronted him.

The Pizza in New Jersey

He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.

The Prepper

I had to prepare. I had to be able to save us from what was coming.

The Promised Land

She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.

The Race Card

The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.

The Reader in Quarantine

She could not remember what Past and Present stood for.

The Red Studebaker

If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.

The Rickshaw Wallah

He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.

The Rock

She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.

The Rotten Ones

We chose to stay in the brutality of that night, even as the girls walked away.

The Salaryman

It almost makes you cry, to know that you are no longer needed.

The Second-Worst Rug My Father’s Ever Seen

I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.

The Sentimentality of William Tavener

It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.

The Servants’ Quarters

Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.

The Shape of God

I hold on to the shape of a star the way my aunts hold on to Jesus’s gown.

The Singer with a Bad Voice

Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt. Sing so a girl walks out on her lover.

The Small Hours

The past, you hear it, the small hours, sucked down the undertow.

The Story of an Hour

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

The Structure of Bubbles

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

The Swallow

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

The Tale of the Three Apples

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

The Threat of Peace

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

The Touch and Other Poems

Flies at our dinner—Won’t eat much sings the tiny ghost of my mother.

The Tracks

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

The Tradition

Men like me and my brothers filmed what we planted for proof we existed.