Fiction

Hopeville Agbomma did not die, as I had expected, on a white-sheeted hospital bed. Instead, she died in the house on Hopeville where she had lived—first, with her blind mother, then alone, and finally, with me. The walls had cracks running up to the c...

A Case of Mondays “What happened?” Zlata demanded. His sister, the preachy schoolteacher, who made him read aloud a few chapters of War and Peace every day the summer she was forced to babysit him, called from the family house in Beaverbrooke in Nor...

Wooden Promises For some people it happens gradually—a slow fade, a steady separation, like cracks on the sidewalk in the heat of summer. A few compromises, a few failures, and just the right kind of pressure, and one day you wake up and oh God I h...

Making Happiness Kejie was on her way to the kitchen when she saw her aunt sitting on one of the armchairs in the semi-darkness of the living room, her elbows on her thighs, her fists bunched where they supported her cheeks. Blinking lights from the...

The Twelfth Juror Every night, after finishing her job cleaning offices in the towers of the financial district, Erica would walk all the way up University Avenue to the twenty-four hour Tims by St. Patrick station. Along the way, she would pass the...