Father Fox

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said, before he told me the story.

My father’s tales starred cheats, thieves, and priests, and he figured at thirteen I was old enough to hear one of his favorites. It began like this: once he …


As with any illegal drug, Bond came to me through a friend, my officemate at the graphic design firm where I produced diagrams for mathematics textbooks. Larry was a compact, cherub-faced man with an inappropriate mane of long, thinning blond

Old Houses

Old Houses

Congratulations to Allison Alsup, whose story “Old Houses” won an O. Henry Prize! This story was originally published in issue 38.1 of the New Orleans Review.

The O. Henry Awards have been awarded for nearly one hundred years, honoring …



My mother removed my legs and wrapped them in cheesecloth—no lint—before putting them in the top drawer of the bureau beside my crib. “Tell me the story again,” I displayed on the message screen embedded in my chest.

“We had …