fiction

Not many people live on the Curfew Hook, and in most seasons you can walk the outer beaches with only the wind as your companion, steep furrowed dunes on one side and an immense ocean on the other.

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The heat came in waves off the summer fallow, seeping into the cafe, beading drops of sweat on Harold Chen's forehead.

I hadn't seen Norm Torque since high school.

Her father had Anglicized the family name when he came from Russia, but Hannah Sayers still felt very Jewish and longed to feel even more so.

When my hostess that evening said, "And you, Nita, what will you have?"

Walter listened to the fight announcements as he sipped his second bourbon.

An August wind had lashed the coast for three days; not a single blue and white fishing boat had been seen on the horizon throughout that time.

When she did not turn up for work on Monday, Mike knew that it had happened.

Now I live with Gram on Green Street.