accountSlide

Search Results:


Look at the Sky and Tell Me What You See

Look at the Sky and Tell Me What You See - story

Aimee LaBrie

I’m going to a funeral, and for the occasion, I’ve chosen a knee-length black Donna Karan dress (Flashy Trash, $15), black lace bra and panties, garter belt, sheer black stockings and brown snow boots with…

Too Huge

Too Huge - story

Kate Hill Cantrill

I made a request of no crying, for I had the grand task of handling the cat. No crying, I said. Do whatever it takes to wait until I’ve gone. He agreed to blame his…

Planch, Whip, Salto

Planch, Whip, Salto - story

Becky Adnot-Haynes

    I. You spotted the trapeze rig in the spring, where it seemed to have sprouted, like a flower, from its otherwise concrete surroundings. It was pitched on a medium-sized plot of grass in…

What Do You Remember?

What Do You Remember? - story

Sally Shivnan

She wriggled, squirmed, just a little, but a little was too much. It started as a shimmy at her hips and twisted up through her shoulders, reminding her of the rippling way a wet dog…

 The Photographer

 The Photographer - story

Muhammad Hamad

The death of my grandfather, Abu Kamel, God rest his soul, felt like the end of an era. I used to see him as my link to the past, that distance that stretches all the…

Coming of Age in Karhide

Coming of Age in Karhide - story

Ursula Le Guin

    SOV THADE TAGE EM EREB, OF RER IN KARHIDE, ON GETHEN I live in the oldest city in the world. Long before there were kings in Karhide, Rer was a city, the marketplace…

Rooms

Rooms - story

Anna Likhtikman

His heart suddenly flipped over in his chest. “Just like a carp in the kitchen sink,” Grigory Katz thought. To calm himself down, he stuck his nose into his scarf and breathed in his own…

The Square

The Square - story

Elisa R.V. García

Sunshine crept into the room, forming a white frame around the short dark curtain that barely covered the window. The glow around the darkened window reminded him of Malevich’s black square. He sighed. Vera would…

Flies

Flies - story

Eshkol Nevo

It was the last summer before they gave the Sinai back to Egypt. I was thirteen and I drove with my parents and their friends down to Ras Burka. I think that must have been…

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…