Tag: short story

Our whole city is grey. For some reason when they were planning it they forgot to put in parks. I ...

    The Baptist Camp was way back in the country, on Highway T, out past Buckhorn and Deerlick, down ...

Inya wa Emmanuel had been visiting Inya wa Rebecca long before the daughter of the latter divorced Christ for the ...

The exasperated husband jumps out of bed, pretending to be thirsty in order to justify his need to talk on ...

“I think I might be an old-fashioned writer. People often comment that I'm a 19th-century writer. And I think maybe ...

Her grandfather would never go back there. He distrusted the place. ‘The people smile all the time,’ he used to ...

STABAT MATER Iuxta crucem Saturday Maurizio calls from Caracas. It’s 10 PM in Italy. There is desperation in his voice. ...

   My name is Dunia, I am not thirty years old yet, I sell flowers in a shop downtown. I ...

  To Isabell G. who told me this story I had never heard of Ikebana until the day I met ...

‘LOOK AT HER EYES. They’re empty. You can tell she’s really cold or probably never had an orgasm in her ...