When Jayce was delivered limp and almost black he hadn’t held his wife’s hand. He scratched his chin thoughtfully as his daughter was resuscitated. Rounded shoulders, arms hanging, he felt guilt. Early in the pregnancy he’d had an affair with one of his students.… more
Writer: Gary Moshimer
At the Lake
FICTION by Gary MoshimerBev is singing Karen Carpenter songs. She’s getting that thin. Her voice steals across the sand to me. From the cottage. She’s making love with Mike. I’m on the lake beach watching their two kids sink ankle deep, knee deep, hip deep until I snatch them out. I roll them and sand sticks to them like I intend to fry them up. Maybe I will.… more
