Short Stories


The Great Garden

This is the plan I’ve come up with by the time the podcar releases me into the hot evening air in front of the house on East 7th Street: go up to the garden and spend twenty minutes, half an hour tops, checking out the shading system. It’s a simple task, one that doesn’t necessitate me interacting with anyone beyond the bare minimum. I just need to keep my head down, do my job, and get out again. I’m actually invited, so I shouldn’t be as nervous as I am. But it feels like the future of our farm, our whole existence, depends on me getting it right. I find that terrifying. […]

Read more in The Dillydoun Review, issue 15 (April 2022).

Something, Somehow, Somewhere

It was my last flight out of JFK, but I couldn’t have known that at the time. It was also the last time I saw my father, and I didn’t know that either. But my father had always been an enigma to me. Rich, famous, and entirely out of reach, he’d been an absence in my life who only showed up in my mother’s occasional rants. So I could only guess when he invited me to meet his family on the other side of the country, it was somehow related to Mom’s recent death in the riots, which I felt responsible for, though he never said anything to that effect. Only that he was sorry for my loss or something equally generic. […]

Read more in the Delmarva Review, vol. 14 (November 2021).

“Something, Somehow, Somewhere” was republished in The Cambridge Spy on March 26, 2022 and is now also available online.

The story was a semifinalist in the 2022 ScreenCraft Cinematic Short Story Competition.

Le Déluge

“Welcome to the Déluge.” The host smiles at him as he dives into the dimly lit lobby of the restaurant, relieved to be out of the rain. Her greeting sounds funny, the pronunciation halfway between English and French, plus he finds it fitting given that he’s dripping wet from the torrents coming down outside. She offers a towel and a dry jacket for him to wear during dinner and reminds him to put his Spine in full 3D mode, as if that wasn’t the default. He’s still surrounded by the holographic maps and track forecasts he’s been working with on his way up here from the West Village, trying to arrive at a decision. […]

Read more in Orca, issue 7 (July 2021).