January 1, 1945
Love Affair
She taught at a private school. She was in her middle forties, she was tall and fat and had beautiful red hair that made the rest of her face come […]
October 1, 1944
The Snowfall
She was very good looking: anyone would have to admit that. But her good looks had come to her as a surprise for even through high school she had been […]
October 1, 1944
A Piece of Bread
Lida was afraid to cross the street where the chain-gang was working, but she knew she had to. She had promised Mother to come home and bathe at five, and […]
July 1, 1944
A Visit
My brother used to say, “The first thing I remember is falling downstairs. You pushed me. I had to climb up further than you so you couldn’t push me again.” […]
July 1, 1944
Come, Hercule
What can one say of Mr. Duplessis except that he was a nothing, a nobody? That is all that one can say of him. He was not worth the trouble […]
July 1, 1944
Landscape
A dark red sky and dark clouds, and below the black mountain the house in the almost-darkness, and the small black figure of the man hurrying away, small, very black […]
April 1, 1944
The Lippia Lawn
Although its roots are clever, the trailing arbutus at Deer Lick had been wrenched out by the hogs. Only a few bruised and muddied blossoms still clung to the disordered […]
April 1, 1944
When It Thundered
On those formidable spikes of the cast iron fence a man had once speared himself. That was before the fence had been painted vermilion, and had been dark green. The […]
April 1, 1944
Where Are You Roaming?
Lisa awoke as the car went over a small bridge; a street lamp jiggled through the windshield. She slid up in the seat, feeling dry and cramped. Looking out of […]
January 1, 1944
The Football Players
There was a red dirt alley behind the schule, runnig the length of the block, with back yards facing on it at one end of the block. At the other […]
January 1, 1944
Old James
Old James would sit at his desk in the twilight. He would wear his hat, but that was no sign he noticed the hour, that the sun had already gone […]
January 1, 1944
A Wet Day
“How is your lettuce, Ma’am?” asked the old parish priest. “I hear it’s been bad everywhere this year.” He paused and blew his nose loudly and then he looked around him. […]