"The Visitor" is out in The Antioch Review Summer Fiction Issue

There is something about receiving an acceptance phone call (as opposed to an email) that adds to the flush of excitement. The call from Antioch happened as I was walking into a Staples in Chicago. It was the momentary confusion that preceded the surprise that made that call wonderfully -- memorably -- stressful.

He came around noon, this man, this soldier, who called himself Murayama. At first I thought he had come, like so many of them, to beg for food, or inquire after the whereabouts of someone I may or may not have heard of, but this soldier, this Murayama, had come clutching a piece of paper, claiming to have known our son, Yasushi...

Check it out here, or read it online through your library.