Posts by Joan Wilking

May 16, 2013 | Fiction

Three Little Blackbirds

Joan Wilking

The next morning the phone rings early, five-thirty, definitely not later than six. The birds outside don’t scream that loud after six. The voice on the phone is my niece, the fifteen-year-old,

October 1, 2006 | Fiction

The Mystery of Art

Joan Wilking

You never know when you’ll turn the corner to find it staring you in the face. You might be on your way to dinner at the kosher restaurant at 9th and South when you’ll notice someone has painted a