“You know what?” Val said. “Screw those guys. I am going to ride by in a Mercedes-Benz.”
Yelena Akhtiorskaya
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July 31, 2014
So, Liza thought, she’s not about to kill the babies, leave the husband, or let her dental practice dreams go up in smoke.
Sentimental Driftwood
June 28, 2013
My mother called me to supper. I wouldn’t have gone, but while speedwalking that morning she had taken a tumble.
Vacation
Panic in a Suitcase
It wasn’t another mirage to which Esther enthusiastically waved but Pasha and Frida in the flesh. The family was barricaded on one side by water and on the other by cherry pits like tiny bullets that had perforated a flock of seagulls. They’re organic, said Levik, implying that they weren’t litter, though he would never say that as the family had a complicated relationship to litter. But the trouble with cherry pits was their clotted bloodiness and that they carried the ugly secret of mouths.
Raisa
The three were silent. It wasn’t just another Thursday. They witnessed the day assume a somber, momentous quality. Darya’s notebook was now lost for a reason, the day’s events were like transparent beads through which ran the thread of fate. Oleg soon tired of the stoicism — he changed into sweatpants, collapsed into Darya’s worn computer chair.
December 3, 2010
Rita spoke feverishly. I realized today that I don’t know anything about my father, she said, absolutely nothing.
Sharfrawnt
November 26, 2010
If I’d known you liked jeans, he said casually, I would’ve brought some as presents.
