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Coffee

Coffee - story

Gadi Taub

My father died at six in the evening. After the doctor told us the news, we went home. Ariane drove, and I sat next to her. Neither of us spoke. The taste of the coffee…

“Survivor”

“Survivor” - story

Vera Giaconi

My sister is going out with a guy who got famous for being on a reality show in the United States. She met him at the cafe where she works in L.A., where she’s lived…

End Times

End Times - story

Maxim Loskutoff

Elli wouldn’t let me stop until we’d crossed the line into Utah. She was a nail in the passenger seat—rigid, sharp, her blue eyes darting back and forth between the speedometer and the double yellow…

Engagement Ring

Engagement Ring - story

Jordi Nopca

How quickly that dark line gets longer, how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliferate. CAVAFY, “Candles” (Tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard) “It used to be that wars would thin the herd. Now that there’s peace,…

If That’s How It Is

If That’s How It Is - story

Dorian Steinhoff

It has to be done, that’s clear, and today’s the day. Anne has an appointment – today, not tomorrow – and she’ll go there, and they’ll suck the embryo out of her. She’s going on…

You’re Only Bleeding

You’re Only Bleeding - story

Matías Capelli

She called you two weeks ago. Just like that. Out of the blue. Today is Mother’s Day, and you’re going to see her again. You wanted to make as good a start to the day…

A House in the Burbs

A House in the Burbs - story

Valeria Correa Fiz

In February 2001 we found exactly what we were looking for: a wooden house in the suburbs of Miami with large windows overlooking a canal with green water that flowed into the Atlantic. We considered…

The Size of My Love

The Size of My Love - story

Fernanda Trías

It was the whole matter of the gifts that made her think back to that night. Whenever they fought and he threw her out of the house, he always made her return the gifts he’d…

I Pray For You

I Pray For You - story

Liliana Colanzi

They were drunk when he proposed it. That they go to a church in some little town and ask a priest to marry them on the spot, then return to Guan Zhou and keep drinking…

The Architect

The Architect - story

Maxim Biller

When they woke up in the morning the architect was already sitting at his computer. His office was in the right wing of the building; they lived in the left wing. The light was on…

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