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How to Be a Prisoner

How to Be a Prisoner - story

Jessica Hollander

Ben was my summer boyfriend, my “older man,” Mom called him. He was twelve, and I was eleven, a skinny eleven, though I believed my breasts appeared acceptable to those who mattered. He lived usually…

The Sensible Thing

The Sensible Thing - story

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I At the Great American Lunch Hour young George O’Kelly straightened his desk deliberately and with an assumed air of interest. No one in the office must know that he was in a hurry, for…

A Gipsy Prophecy

A Gipsy Prophecy - story

Bram Stoker 

“I really think,” said the Doctor, “that, at any rate, one of us should go and try whether or not the thing is an imposture.” “Good!” said Considine. “After dinner we will take our cigars…

Seeing Miles

Seeing Miles - story

Steven Schwartz

David stared at Mimi’s picture, taken at his bar mitzvah twenty-five years ago. She was his cousin, a second cousin, and she and her family had come out to Milwaukee from Brooklyn for the occasion….

The Need to Be a Son

The Need to Be a Son - story

Andrea Jeftanovic

How could I serve myself from such distant plates, when the home had broken, when not even mother could be forced from the lips. How could I dine on nothing. César Vallejo I was born…

Invisible Mending

Invisible Mending - story

Ruth Almog

In the geography lesson the teacher, Mr. Levy, was talking about the Yarkon, and for this reason Hefzibah locked herself in the Girls’ Room during the morning recess. At the beginning of the lesson, the…

One Too Many

One Too Many - story

Emiliano Monge

Someone, probably the ticket inspector, told him that his was the only suitcase. No one else was going to Alquila today. There’s no way it can get lost. But Hernández insisted on taking it with…

Harlamov

Harlamov - story

S. Yizhar

Mr. Harlamov was a big man. He was a fearless man too and when he sat himself down at the harmonium (which was a kind of piano played with a foot bellows, or a kind…