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Buy Two Get One Free

Buy Two Get One Free - story

Tal Nitzán

In my other life I lived in a suburb of Ohio or Michigan with Paul-Marc, my husband, and the child. The houses were planted on manicured lawns that stretched as far as the eye could…

Summer

Summer - story

Natalia Ginzburg

I was away from my children for a while. They’d gone to the seaside with my sister and my mother, I stayed in the city, my mother was angry at me because I wrote and…

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,…

Oxytocin

Oxytocin - story

Miguel Serrano Larraz

My sister always said that it was much better to have a niece or nephew than your own child. I suppose that my mother agreed with her. My sister said that with a nephew you…

Nora, daughter of Marcus Beag

Nora, daughter of Marcus Beag - story

Pádraic Ó Conaire

I You never saw such surprise as that of the people of Ros Dha Loch when they heard that Nora, daughter of Marcus Beag, was to go to England. A sister of hers was already…

Bear Ears

Bear Ears - story

Carolina Vegas

I came across him the other day when I was looking for the snorkel fins in the storage space. I didn’t even remember that I’d left him there. He was covered in dust and had…

The Curve

The Curve - story

Hernán Ronsino

She has long legs like a pair of rivers coming together at the source, a deep lagoon: dark, wet and mysterious. But she also has a pair of repeating words, a tattoo on her back…

The Secret

The Secret - story

Alejandra Laurencich

The door of the bus opened. From her seat, Elena watched the passengers climb in. “Where does he think all those people are going to go?” she asked her daughter, who was sitting next to…

Some Terpsichore

Some Terpsichore - story

Elizabeth McCracken

1. There’s a handsaw hanging on the wall of my living room, a house key from a giant’s pocket. It’s been there a long time. “What’s your saw for?” people ask, and I say, “It’s…

The Red Ribbon

The Red Ribbon - story

Magela Baudoin

Natalia was late arriving at the bar, but she brought us a story, which we all accepted as a kind of safe conduct. This time my sister didn’t apologize for the hour; she knew she’d…

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