Author
Sandra McDonald
http://www.sandramcdonald.com/
These Fine Vistas
"You were programmed to take these pictures," Professor Meiling said. "I'm not a rob--" Feng didn't finish. More than any other faculty, this professor often spoke to provoke. High above, bright images floated on the classroom widescreens. Jupiter's red eye, vibrant and churning…
The Devil Is Beating His Wife Today
Yesterday afternoon, in the middle of a sunny day, it began raining. "The devil is beating his wife today," said my landlady as she swept. It's an awful colloquialism, and I asked her about it. She explained it this way: the devil's mad about the glorious day, so he takes it out…
The Fabulous Hotel
He left the presidential mansion so gripped with excitement that he had to sit in a lovely park afterward, hands shaking on his knees, while children splashed in a water fountain and he smiled at the limitless possibilities ahead. Back at his hotel, he hunched over the desk…
Moonlight and Bleach
My mother was the most beautiful werewolf in Brighton Beach. Four legs, sleek silver fur, and rows of well-brushed teeth that could rip your throat out. My father was a Russian immigrant who started a janitorial company that at one time serviced every public school and city…