Post Road Magazine #14

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Nan - by Nathaniel Bellows

By the time Nan was a sophomore in college, she’d settled in—but only academically, which was what she figured would happen. Her teachers admired her—they said they respected that her ideas were based on her impressions rather than her speculations. She didn’t know what that meant, but she never attempted to decode the praise of her professors—it was the delivery, the facial expression, how their hands moved in the air, the tone of voice, that seemed to communicate what she was meant to understand, like when she was at home, in Vermont, where the science behind the sunlight, the snow squalls, and the changing leaves seemed secondary to the fact that, more than anything, being in and among them made her feel alive...

Pizza Man - by Jennifer Haigh

My boyfriend is excited. He has a paying job. There’s a guy who wants him to paint a mural in a restaurant, and if it works out, there could be more. The guy, Jay Pawley, owns a whole chain of pizzerias. The chain is called Paulie’s Pizza...

Crooning with Dino - by Ann Hood

Aida Caruso loves two things.
First and above all else, she loves Dean Martin. Every Thursday night she sits smack in front of the Zenith in the living room and waits for Dino to jump onto the piano, swirling a cocktail and waving a cigarette as he sings, looking straight at her.

Marge - by Michael Lowenthal

Marge had long blond ringlets and eyes like poached eggs. He only ever wanted to be a housewife: the slippers, the curlers in his hair. Plus I think he maybe craved an accent. He talked like he was trying to keep from downing a bite of mush.

Lalita and the Banyan Tree - by Shubha Venugopal

Lalita never planned to fall in love with a tree. The women noticed first. They could not fail to observe Lalita’s skin-glow. She looked like she had swallowed one of her diyas—tiny brass candleholders with ghee-soaked wicks—and the flame illuminated her from within. The women’s faces, however, drooped like sunflowers abandoned by sun, as Lalita’s had also once done. And so they watched and wondered at the tree...

 

 

 

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