Short Stories

Flying

“I am flying. I am sixteen and I am flying an airplane. I have no training or preparation to fly an airplane unless you count the time I’ve clocked as a timorous passenger in this single-engine Cessna my father recently learned to fly.”

Al Fresco

“When Mr. Mallory glimpsed naked bodies on the lawn by Randall Library, he sneezed, the shock of exposure expelled in a violent rush.”