Though she had often been warned about the will-o’-the-wisps, as a child, her curiosity drove her to follow one deep into the woods. She had been listening to the crows (anxious, as they were, to leave for the winter) when it caught her eye and lead her out of town, into the woods. She chased…

THE ORIENTATION: Professor Robin Nagle is situated so she can face all of us with her back against one of the four glass walls that make up the room we’re sitting in, a transparent cube within the otherwise penal-grey concrete basement that serves as host for the orientation before the tour. She begins hesitantly; the…

It had been awhile since an evening opened up for all six of them to get together. The Sterlings were homeschooling their two boys, both of the Smiths were coaching their daughter’s basketball team, and the Kensons, though childless, were busy with work. When people wish for time to slow down, it seems to speed…

At the base of the hills he met Emma, as they had done every day this summer, at 6:30. Their togetherness had become a kind of record; proof that one another had existed this and made the most of the long evenings. “Do you remember finding that tree that was struck by lightning?” Emma might…

When you meet him, try not to look too much into his eyes. And try not to look too much like you’re trying to avoid looking into his eyes. When you meet him try to remember what you’re saying, don’t let your train of thought leave without you because his eyes are glowing too blue.…