He thinks I am my mother. I hear it in his voice. I feel it in the way he fingers my hair. Her hair.
Monthly Archives: April 2009
The Original Subprime Industry by Thomas Sullivan
At noon I head out to Beaverton, an unfamiliar suburb on the outskirts of Portland, to teach yet another driving lesson. I need some fun after this morning’s travails, and I get a pleasant break. I have three kids in the car, which can be entertaining if the human dynamics work. If they’re in a [...]
The Swans of Arabia by Tom Fillion
Another instructor, Gilbert Swan, arrived the week after our trip south from Taif to Al Baha. He had taught at King Fahd airbase before, as well as at other locations in Saudi Arabia. He was British, but his liberal politics didn’t mesh with the Thatcher or Major governments so he no longer resided there. Scotland [...]
The Shortest Distance by Tania De Rozario
They say the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.
The Burglar by Mary L. Tabor
From The Woman Who Never Cooked by Mary L. Tabor, Mid-List Press, 2006; previously published by Chelsea. Mary Tabor is the inaugural grand prize winner of the SFWP Literary Awards Program.