100 short stories:: story 93

story: Storm Windows

author: Charles Haverty

year: 2015

where: around town

note: deals with the big D

a line: “Now and again, with a swish of silk, she’d step away from the breakfast room table to stare down the telephone on the kitchen wall, returning silent and stricken, her eyes fixed on the back of his chair.”

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100 short stories:: story 90

story: The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

author: Ursula Le Guin

year: 1975

where: kitchen table UAE, new bird mug

note: social contracts, distant pain we cannot hear, sewn ears

a line: “The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.”

100 short stories:: story 88

story: Risk Management

author: Alix Ohlin

year: 2017

where: skidmore college library, thunderstorms everywhere

note: from Kenyon Review 

a line: “You could see them congratulating themselves for hiring her every time they walked past the desk, where Little would be typing with blistering efficiency—she had those gel nails, and every week a different work of art was splayed across her hands, fireworks or hearts or skulls for Halloween—and simultaneously scheduling an appointment on the phone.”

100 short stories:: story 87

story: For the God of Love, for the Love of God

author: Lauren Groff

year: 2016

where: amsterdam, cheese shop

note: this story has a strange strange little boy, or maybe I’m just not inside the heads of little boys enough

a line: “School was so gray and useless compared to what waited for her in Paris; her life on hold in that hot place where she’d lived out her terrible childhood.”