Surreal

The dog was at the screen door before she was up, faced out at the street, and the rag rug under him was cold where it should have been warm with the...

They walked home the way they walked home, her hand in his. He carried the day behind a level face, the missing hour and the folder with the date in...

The rule lived at the end of the hall. Not the stove, and not the dog that bit the Harmon boy. The glass. You do not look in the glass. He said all...

The passages behind the walls were narrower than he remembered. Not that he remembered them exactly. Only the feeling of them - the smell of dry...