This had not been his first marriage. He had been tied for seemingly interminable years to a shrew whose very existence had carved premature lines on his handsome face. Her ...
One day, the flies multiplied. Flies were everywhere. People blamed the government, then global warming, then cities, then humans, the way we destroyed the balance of nature. Words didn’t matter. ...
I bring out the teapot, and some loose leaf Darjeeling. A priest should have a proper cup of tea. I can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about. Of course, ...
The rain might wreck some of the books but it doesn’t matter because they’re all for free anyway. Nearly everything I own is in the alley by my block of ...
It started small. At first I didn’t mind losing the noises from outside. No more screaming neighbours. No more overly-vocal mating pigeons, no more footballs bouncing hard against the fence. ...
We walked across the street to the park. Some of our number dropped back, heading to the pub. They claimed they were too manly to go any longer without beer, ...
He came out of the cell calmly at eight in the morning with nothing to say. The captain had never seen anyone come out of a cell so calmly.
The other ...
Bhama looked out of the window and saw he was still there, squatting under the mango tree opposite her house. He was decently dressed, though his mundu was dusty and ...
The river water bubbles from my mouth, its dirty gray movement cascading over stones rough and smooth. I come to this place at the narrowing of the year, a hike ...
Ten years ago, when we met, I would have kissed you if I’d been single. That moment is lodged in my head like a drawing pin on a map. Since ...
Aubrey Finkle once told his wife that Origami was an act of love, turning a simple sheet of paper into something with form and meaning. How fragile the paper shapes, ...
