Short fiction
The short form is where I test the strange ideas — some grew into books, some are complete exactly as they are.
The Lending Library of Forgotten Names
In a town where you can borrow a name you've lost, a librarian keeps one book no one is allowed to check out.
Seventeen Ways to Fold the Ocean
An origami master's final student learns that some folds don't unfold — a story told in seventeen creases.
The Man Who Kept His Mondays
He saved every Monday he didn't use in a jar on the shelf. This is the story of the week he opened it.
What the Frost Wrote
Each winter, sentences appear on one particular window. This year, they're addressed to her.
The Cartographer of Small Hours (original)
The short story that grew into the forthcoming novel — where the whole thing began.
On the short form
A story is a held breath; a novel is a long walk. I love both, but the short story is where I go to be surprised. More on how they come together in On writing.