Fiction

Tear along the perforation and unfold. Hold a light source up to the backside of the underwater scene to reveal creatures hiding in the depths. 

I was visiting my grandparents in the old house…
“We should have some cake after dinner.”
“You need to think about your heart.”

It was a strange time to be alive. Things moved fast. Everyone was in a hurry. Nobody looked where they were going. Or into each other’s eyes.

Do you ever wonder what you’ll be when you grow up? Or how others might be feeling? Wouldn’t it be fun to peek at the answers?

It was a lovely day, Bridget thought, a lovely day to spend with friends.

Limericks by Edward Lear
Block print illustrations by JooHee Yoon

To say he wasn’t having fun would be imprecise.

When it began, I do not know. If I kept a journal or a diary, as some of you do, perhaps then I would know. But I don’t, and so I don’t. When the cold began to pursue me.

Harvard, 1966. Abel Jones is in his third year. He is an exceptional student, head of the class. He is studying history. His area of focus, the eighteenth century. England and France. Still, there are days when he is lost.

I had traveled up the Hudson Line at my friend’s invitation to deliver a lecture to his literature students at the college where he taught. There had been three people in attendance and one had fallen asleep halfway through. My friend had...