“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
Frida ran until the water lopped off her knees. Grandpa, she yelled. Twenty men turned around.
Panic in a Suitcase
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.
