The day was hot and humid, typical of a Philly summer. Bernie and John couldn’t wait for their ocean swim.
I confess that I frequently judge books by their titles. In some cases, this kind of snap decision works every time.
I live across the street from a forty-year-old man with Down syndrome.
From the get-go I thought, “this guy is dangerous.”
Philadelphia Stories is thrilled to announce the winner of our fifth annual short fiction contest, Che Yeun’s “One in Ten Fish Are Afraid of Water.” The 2013 judge–author and professor Mi
The fan whirs above our heads. It is strong, but the heat still creeps up our legs as we sit in my room. Ally is sixteen this year. She keeps telling me that I need to treat her like an adult, that I should trust her with the same things I trust Belinda with, we are sisters after all.
As I imagined myself racing against Olympic skaters, my fingertips tingling as I gained speed, I forgot about being the only brown girl at an almost all white school.
The Battle of Hastings was fought in 1066.
My father would say that, and my mother would glance at him sideways, and then down, with a smile that suggested she had some kind of secret.
My island is ugly. Bare and bleak. It rises from the earth, fifteen feet high and dimpled like a camel’s hump, ringed by acres and acres of corn; an ocean of sweet Indian gold.
Shannon tapped her pencil on the desk, trying to command my attention.