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Apples in Honey

Apples in Honey - story

Yehudit Hendel

That summer, I’d go there sometimes, and this week, I went again. It was a hot day at the end of summer. A hot wind blew from time to time, stopped suddenly and returned suddenly,…

We Were Fishing For Rockets

We Were Fishing For Rockets - story

Karen Köhler

1 You pressed your Nazi grandfather’s signet ring into my hand and asked me to throw it in the sea or some other body of water. Because you couldn’t. And I said: I’m not doing…

Was It a Dream?

Was It a Dream? - story

Guy de Maupassant

“I had loved her madly! Why does one love? Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one’s mind, only one…

Famous Blue Raincoat

Famous Blue Raincoat - story

Aixa de la Cruz

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life, And when she came back she was nobody’s wife. (Leonard Cohen, «Famous Blue Raincoat») Inside a lost trailer in the desert, a man holds…

The Garden

The Garden - story

Luis Negrón

Sharon took advantage of the fact that we were washing the dishes to tell me she had been thinking about the day when Willie, my lover, would no longer be with us. “I can’t stop…

Madame Rose Hanie

Madame Rose Hanie - story

Gibran Khalil Gibran

Part One Miserable is the man who loves a woman and takes her for a wife, pouring at her feet the sweat of his skin and the blood of his body and the life of…

Thorns

Thorns - story

Sharon Horodi

“Did he talk to you?” “Not a word till Bilu Junction.” “And then?” “And then he slowed down and showed me the ugly shopping center they’re building there.” “Well, it all came as a surprise…

Through the Fire

Through the Fire - story

Rudyard Kipling

The Policeman rode through the Himalayan forest, under the moss-draped oaks, and his orderly trotted after him. ‘It’s an ugly business, Bhere Singh,’ said the Policeman. ‘Where are they?’ ‘It is a very ugly business,’…

Gabriella (from Liebchen)

Gabriella (from Liebchen) - story

Yossi Waxman

Also, I’m crazy about him and I don’t care what the neighbors say. I’ll even wear a leather skirt slit up to here if he wants. And with no underwear either. Nu, I’m a crazy…

The Sad and Ambitious Girls of the Province

The Sad and Ambitious Girls of the Province - story

Nurit Zarchi

Bella loved it, to drive through the sleepy burnt out city, nothing but a few lit windows; and outside the darkness, thin and tangible. This time she was completely guilt free, despite leaving her two…

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