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Spot the Stations

When I wasn’t teaching social studies, I basically lived on my balcony.

Strangers

It was half the Spanish he knew—stop, I have a shotgun.

Suggesting

People talk this way who would prefer the earth parceled out in standard lots.

Tame External Features Come Birthing Endangered in a Cage

It was a Hmong villager who roped you with dogs on the chase.

Target Fixation

I grip the handlebar and pin my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable crash.

Terminal Depression: Is It Just Me?

I want to dispute that depression is by definition pathological.

The Aphorisms of Henry Adams

The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.

The Art of Becoming a Citizen: A Meditation

It begins on the sunny morning of November 14, 1960.

The Best of Death

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

The Blue Hotel

“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”

The Brother

He held a screwdriver to the fleshy underside of Peggy’s neck.

The Church of Abundant Life

“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”

The Crossing

The underworld reached out for your hand and found payment.

The Delinquents

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

The Departure

“I can’t hold it any longer. I have to pee,” I finally confessed to Viola.

The End of Life

He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.

The Great Gatsby

I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention.

The Groaning Board, the Flowing Bowl

The Loneliness of Fireworks

If I also could be lifted into the sky, I’d wish to be blown apart.

The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday

The sense of power that flights of temper evoke will betray you.

The Lucky Bastard

It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.

The Measure of All Things?

Any society that fails to protect its children is in terminal decline.

The Murder

He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.

The Painted Veil

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

The Palace of Illusions

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

The Prepper

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

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 Secret Agent

The Silence Here Owns Everything

When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.

The Stylist

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.