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The Iron Lung of BlackwoodThe stone did not fall. It surrendered. One moment the ceiling of the Blackwood mine held—timbers groaning, iron pipes humming with the cold breath of underground water—and the next, the roof gave way in a section no wider than the tunnel itself. Elias Thorne heard it before he saw it: a deep, industrial groan, like a ship's hull cracking under pressure, and then the iron mining cart, dislodged...0 Comments 0 Shares 65 Views 0 Reviews
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The Driving RangeI The first thing you learn about Detroit in 1948 is that the rain never stops — it just changes direction. Some days it comes down from the sky. Some days it comes up from the river, rising off the water like breath from a dying man's mouth. I learned this in a job that promised steady work and steady pay and delivered neither. I was an instructor at a driving school owned by a man who...0 Comments 0 Shares 39 Views 0 Reviews
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Dr. Noah Hart did not believe in ghosts. He believed in synapses, in neurotransmitters, in the particular chemical composition of a memory that has been formed and then, through trauma, misfiled.Edward Webb believed in ghosts too, which is why he had been seeing doctors for three years. Noah had been Edward's friend since medical school. They had graduated together, taken their residencies together, applied for the same fellowship and both been rejected. Edward had gone into neurosurgery. Noah had gone into psychiatry. They were both men who worked with the brain, but where Edward cut,...0 Comments 0 Shares 38 Views 0 Reviews
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The Glass Cage: French Philosophical Fiction VariantThe Glass Cage: French Philosophical Fiction Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 22190: The Glass Cage Tensor: TI=62.3, M=[10.0,0.5,4.5,7.0,5.5,3.0,8.0,6.0,2.5,7.5], N=[0.35,0.65], K=[0.55,0.45], theta=157.5 The rain on the Seine at dawn is the same rain that fell on Proust, and on Camus, and on all the people who thought that writing about themselves would save them from oblivion. I watched it fall...0 Comments 0 Shares 55 Views 0 Reviews
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The Double Life of Mrs. BlackACT I The house was on the edge of nowhere, which is to say it was on the edge of something—maybe a town, maybe a road, maybe a life that Victoria Black had built and then, over the course of eighteen months, had come to understand was not hers at all. Victoria Black was thirty-eight years old, the widow of a man named Edward Black who had died in a car accident on a rainy highway outside of...0 Comments 0 Shares 18 Views 0 Reviews
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ACT I -- SETUPDoris Kowalski showed up at Gail's trailer at six in the morning on a Saturday, which was the kind of move Gail's mother used to make when she wanted something. Not asking. Just arriving. Gail opened the door in a T-shirt and sweatpants with a coffee stain on the left breast. She was thirty-three, five-foot-seven, and built from twelve years of pulling pallets and supervising forklifts. Her...0 Comments 0 Shares 71 Views 0 Reviews
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The-Long-GoodbyeThe Long GoodbyeThe convenience store smelled like instant coffee and floor cleaner. Sarah was restocking the snack aisle at 2:17 on a Thursday morning when the bell above the door rang and Frank walked in.He bought a beer and a bag of peanuts. He paid with exact change. He stood at the counter for exactly four seconds longer than necessary and said: "Busy night.""Yeah," Sarah said. "It's...0 Comments 0 Shares 29 Views 0 Reviews
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The Three-Second GraceLeo lived in the rust. Detroit was a graveyard of ambitions, a city of skeletal factories and rain that tasted like iron. He spent his days at a scrap yard, sorting through the corpses of the industrial age, looking for copper and aluminum to sell for a few crumpled dollars. He found the Shard in a pile of discarded medical waste. It was a sliver of iridescent glass, no larger than a...0 Comments 0 Shares 21 Views 0 Reviews
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Rust in the Sunshine StateI Ray worked at a car wash. He washed the same cars every day. His hands were always wet. He stood behind a bucket of soapy water and wiped down hoods and roofs and bumpers with a rag that was never quite clean enough. The cars came in yellow and white and occasionally someone brought in a car that had been white once and was now the color of the sky after a dust storm. Mike was the nurse at...0 Comments 0 Shares 38 Views 0 Reviews
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