virginia literature

The Sunday Reader: Fearscape

The Sunday Reader: Fearscape

The slight shock was what hurt the most.  He felt just a small one, behind his left ear. If he took enough of the yellow pills, the sting might go away.  But when he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw the same thing he'd looked at for the last two years.  White...

The Sunday Reader: San Francisco

The Sunday Reader: San Francisco

The moment you feel the blow -- the weight of his right shoe arc between your thighs and buttocks and strike your pubic bone -- you are looking at a picture book of San Francisco. It leans against a high shelf in the garage. As you are sent inches above the concrete...