Loss – By Danijela Trajković
I'm back in the village. And, of course, it is always my aunt that I encounter. We meet outside. She invites me to come...
The Maestro and The Prodigy – By Hemendra Killawala
It was that time of the year in Benaras when the Sankat Mochan Hanuman Temple was fully decorated with marigold flowers. It was the...
The Lizard Incident – By Richard Risemberg
The couple, Mr. and Mrs. Baumgarten, prided themselves on being thought kindly. Though both had led rather wild lives in their youth, theirs had...
Solomon – By Dennis Vannatta
Someone with a good heart, who could have easily gone on through the EZ-Pass lane and washed his hands of the affair, went out...
The Autumn of the General – By Nabeel Najjar
Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim
He woke up early, as usual, and slipped swiftly from beneath the immense pile of blankets to...
The Last Matinee – By James Gering
Davey lay on the road under the lights, green, orange, red, green, orange, his cheek on the grittyasphalt, his limbs hinged at weird angles....
Stars above Detroit – By Jonathan B. Ferrini
It was a cold and snowy December when I was handed the address of a “crack house” in one of the deserted and boarded...
Misbehavior – By George Angel
One set of tracks curl out in one direction, the other set in another. Not a "v" exactly, more like the curling leaves at...
There Lay The Tattered Souls – By Rimli Bhattacharya
She snickered as she uttered her name, “Dhaleshwari”. I smirked.
“Didi, you continue with your studies. Dhala won’t disturb you”, her mother Sarala assured me.
“Doesn’t...
