Literary short stories by established and emerging writers. Vi Khi Nao Herman & Margaret My father loved to bake, and he was lanky. He said he wished he could have like a hundred children. Christopher Marnach Death Week at the Funeral Card Company There were slow times over the years, but heart attacks and house fires and America's penchant for foreign wars kept Trauer-Marsch in the black. Perry Janes Night Movers The son of an insomniac, sleeping through the day was never a problem for me. Tom Paine Bagram He was the sort of man who cleaned up his perimeter as he cooked, and he had always liked to cook. Adam Schuitema All of Your Vanished Men They'd split up when I was in high school, and both remarried a few years later. By my mid-twenties--while I was finishing my student teaching and starting to date Amy--they'd both divorced again. Chad Schuster A Warning to the Cycling Community This is the exact physical location where all of your life will be crammed into a few overheated sentences and burned into the blue-black sky. Erin Kate Ryan 16 Things That Are True I know the truth about who he used to be. And he's not that anymore. Or maybe not. Maybe everything just looks different from the other side. Ben Fowlkes Something Something Land Down Under Who knew what could happen in two months? Who even knew if any of us would still be alive? Jennifer Egan Interview by Jeremiah Chamberlin I felt like there was just no way that I could proceed with my education until this lack of worldliness was solved. Lee Martin A Man Looking for Trouble We should have been talking about my mother and the fact that our family was on the verge of coming apart. June R. Edelstein Nails Practice wood, Craig calls it, and it feels generous to Mary that he has laid it there, that he believes she can do it. Jane Delury Tomorrowland "Here comes France," sh