Short Stories

Not for the first time, the solution came to him in the middle of the night

Your thoughts trek to all the points of the compass, but still that twist eludes you

Ideas. That was what it was all about and all it was about

I am looking at something I thought mine alone...a beech leaf, brittle and brown now.

"I love you, Martha, but you break things. You're breaking us."

But in my head that summer before we moved into the town was yellow and purple and red and supremely happy

'Do you think he's sometimes too perfect?' she said quietly.

The Rasite ship sprawled ten times the size of the little cruiser that Ambros had named Starlight.

You have to play the cards you're dealt

Once again I cursed to myself the idea of having planned this writing course

There was something satisfying about spreading the grass evenly...

When he was only six years old his mother sent him to the mosque to learn the Quran