From short fiction

The King

I leave the apartment around midnight in my full Elvis regalia. The fake belly is the worst part; the straps …

The Veritatis Luce

Everyone in Europe who had come across Gotthold Kröger during his early years as a classics scholar knew he was …

Winter’s Firelight

“Where do you want these boxes, boss?” Alex, the young deliveryman asked.

“Here, in the corner. Yes, yes, that will …

What We Imagined

Before the walls collapsed, they were vast and full of color. We lost our security deposit the day we moved …

Nina

The sun blazed. Unwanted. Its hue of jasmine, palpable to others, was far overlooked by the citizens it shined for. …

Point of View

Our hotel is in Montparnasse, in the middle of a silent street. We’re after the sweet September winds of Paris, …