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Romance with a Double Bass

Romance with a Double Bass - story

Anton Chekhov

The musician Bowzinsky was walking from town to the country house of Prince Bibulov, where an evening of music and dance was to “take place,” as they say, for an engagement party. On his back…

The Cold

The Cold - story

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

 One morning, after a fall of snow. Yasukichi sat on a chair in the physics teachers’ lounge, watching the flames in the heating stove. The flames licked up yellow one moment, then fell to sooty…

River of Honey, Lake of Milk

River of Honey, Lake of Milk - story

Ahmed Omar

Hadiya would visit us with her mother. On sunny days, we did our homework together under the grapevine; in winter, we did it by the stove. Her books were often torn: she didn’t like books…

Words to Live By

Words to Live By - story

Aimee LaBrie

He’s confused. Too shy. His sister died of leukemia when he was thirteen. He’s not over his wife yet. He’s intimidated by your sarcastic sense of humor. You’re smarter than he is and he can’t…

The Voice

The Voice - story

Silvina Ocampo

The autumn felt more like summer than the summer had. I was wearing my blue silk dress, and I had the little Pekinese they’d given me for my birthday when I arrived at my boyfriend’s…

Simidolia

Simidolia - story

Marcelo Cohen

One Sunday afternoon a family was digesting its midday meal and having a desultory debate about which of the many dishes they’d just put away was chiefly responsible for their present lethargy. From one corner…

A White Heron

A White Heron - story

Sarah Orne Jewett

The woods were already filled with shadows one June evening, just before eight o’clock, though a bright sunset still glimmered faintly among the trunks of the trees. A little girl was driving home her cow,…

He and She

He and She - story

Anton Chekhov

They are nomads. Only Paris is graced with their presence for months; they are stingy to Berlin, Vienna, Neapoli, Madrid and other capitals. In Paris they feel quasi-at home. For them, Paris is the capital,…

Gabe

Gabe - story

Holiday Reinhorn

Tommy’s cousin Gabe. Tommy’s distant cousin Gabe from Stillwater, Minnesota. Tommy’s cousin Gabe, related to my husband through divorce and remarriage, in lieu of actual blood, who arrives on my front porch at dinnertime with…

He Saw Too

He Saw Too - story

Irada Al-Jubori

  Today’s Friday. I might be mistaken though, and it could be Saturday.   How stupid! Why couldn’t it be Sunday or Monday? It’s not worth thinking about or even looking at the calendar. I…