The Lady with the Dog

The lady with the dog was crying today. I saw her lift the lower reaches of her skirt hem to wipe her sunburned face and wrinkled cheekbones. I watched her cut across the street, almost hurried, almost desperate, two other women hot at her heels. Slowly, surely, a crowd was gathering. I walked on, more …

A Woman Went Down Beside Me

It was Todd who said it, flailing about like an eager pre-schooler anxious to answer his teacher’s question. “Me, me; pick me,” his flung-up finger eagerly solicited, as the heads of everyone whirred in his direction, multiple sets of eyes dilating on his ruddy expression. “Statistics show,” he said academically, “that when emergencies occur amid …