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Close to the Body – Fifth Place

Close to the Body – Fifth Place - story

Sarit Elkon

I remember a tree. Its crown awning the path. I remember a large trunk, thicker than any I had seen before. I remember roots cleaving the black earth, bursting it asunder, like snakes fighting free…

The Mother of all Defiance – Forth Place

The Mother of all Defiance – Forth Place - story

Mimi Broihier

Mom gave me a block of cheddar cheese and a sleeve of Fig Newtons when I left home for California in August of 1983. Apparently back then, when crossing the country alone in an unreliable…

Lydia

Lydia - story

Zsuzsa Bánk

We used to jump, Lydia and I, as high and as often as we could, hands high over our heads, wearing colourful dresses, our knees pulled up, our feet in stout shoes we were allowed…

By His Things Shall You Know Him

By His Things Shall You Know Him - story

Cory Doctorow

I thought that Mr. Purnell was a little young to be a funeral director, but he had the look down cold. In the instant between his warm, dry handshake and my taking my hand back…

There Are No Bodies Such as This

There Are No Bodies Such as This - story

Adam McOmber

  Berne, Switzerland 1765   A season of ice descends upon the winter chalet, cracking mortar and spreading bright veins across the window glass. Water freezes in the kitchen’s basins. The cat is found stiff…

 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…

Keys

Keys - story

Salman Natour

A poet leaves his house in haste, heading toward the harbor. In one hand, he carries a book of poems; in the other, his keys. The man then boards a British ship that takes him…

How I Went to School

How I Went to School - story

Tera Fabiánová

My mother said to me: ‘You must go to school, or they will lock up your father.’ There were five of us children at home, four girls and one boy. The eldest was my sister,…

Seeing Miles

Seeing Miles - story

Steven Schwartz

David stared at Mimi’s picture, taken at his bar mitzvah twenty-five years ago. She was his cousin, a second cousin, and she and her family had come out to Milwaukee from Brooklyn for the occasion….

The Visit

The Visit - story

Habib Selmi

1. “These cities have devoured you,” he said as he pulled out the chair and sat down in the middle of the cramped room. He lit his pipe with a lighter that looked almost like…