THE FLY HAS NO PITY

THE FLY HAS NO PITY

Cooch Behar, West Bengal, India That week the rains came. On the morning of July 21 there was a heavy shower and a good deal…

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More Than You Know

More Than You Know

When I was nine years old, I accidentally knocked over my father’s vase. It was the last decoration his late wife bought for the house…

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The Session

The Session

The therapist’s office looked out over the park. Gold curtains framed the windows, the ends grazed oat-colored shag carpet. The room was spartan; only a…

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The Ward

The Ward

The proctology ward is quarantined.  My clothes are taken from me, and after inspection, my records and personal belongings are passed to the inside through…

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The Greek

The Greek

His narrow rib cage, emphasized by his bustier, reminded her of a twelve year old girl’s. He had wild, curly black hair and a dark…

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Long Division

Long Division

Rosaline: Without fail, I used to catch the 6:51 pm train back home. It always had just enough people in it and I would be…

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Bronx Deli

Bronx Deli

After my grandfather, Itsik Gelber, died, my grandmother, Lena, moved from the apartment she’d lived in for forty years on Bronx Park South.  Her new…

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Jack’s a Martian

Jack’s a Martian

People usually escape from their troubles into the future; they draw an imaginary line across the path of time, a line beyond which their current…

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Surviving in Michoacán

Surviving in Michoacán

“Four men got out of the van,” Carmen told Detective Ruiz who looked like he spent more time across the street at the Gorditas Doña…

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The Ears Have It

The Ears Have It

At some point, I began noticing people’s ears. One man wore tiny, square, rimless reading glasses. His long brown hair was tied in a bun,…

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The Hawk

The Hawk

Jeff Mason hung up the store phone, pleased. He’d convinced a brokerage firm downtown to hold a Hawaiian Nights event; every employee at the brokerage…

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Someday

Someday

It’s 5 AM. Somewhere in the climax of your dream you had an anxiety attack. So you wake up – exhausted from sleep apnea, acidity…

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The Night Chores

The Night Chores

This story won the first prize in the prose competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.

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The Chair

The Chair

This story won the third prize in the prose competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.

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Oh, Cardinal Directions!

Oh, Cardinal Directions!

You’ll be the father of nations. Genesis 17:4 I. Ginny listened for the door and keyless lock of her husband’s car, but Leonard Cohen heard…

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The Last Message

The Last Message

Parking next to her neighbour’s faded BMW, Arpita stepped out of her car and locked it. In her hand was a loaded carrier bag. She…

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City of Coincidences

City of Coincidences

Several days a week I would go to a little Internet café down under Avenue Mohammed V.  I’d do my business, talk to Allal, pack…

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Garlic Boy

Garlic Boy

The screams and cries are loudest at night and aggravate the inmates who encourage the predators and fantasize about the fate of the prey. It…

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Following Omar

Following Omar

Thick clouds of snow had hovered over the valley for the past few weeks. Omar swung around his auto and parked outside the wooden awning…

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THE RATTLER

THE RATTLER

Chris Hartley, a tall, slim man, took a two-week vacation to escape his repetitive schedule. He drove his Honda sedan to a rented cabin in…

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