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At the Paris Cinema

At the Paris Cinema - story

Shi Zhecun

What, is she actually going to buy the tickets herself? This puts me to shame. Isn’t this guy looking at me, this bald-headed Russian, I mean? And this woman has her eyes fixed squarely on…

Rope

Rope - story

Katherine Anne Porter

On the third day after they moved to the country he came walking back from the village carrying a basket of groceries and a twenty-four-yard coil of rope. She came out to meet him, wiping…

The Last Summer of Our Patriarch

The Last Summer of Our Patriarch - story

Idra Novey

On the third day of vacation, we woke in our rental cabins by the ocean to find half our flip‐flops were gone. One of the baby’s potato‐sized sandals was missing as well. By the door,…

The Fat Girl

The Fat Girl - story

Marie Luise Kaschnitz

It was the end of January, not long after the Christmas holidays, when the fat girl came to me. That winter I had started lending books to the children from the neighbourhood, who were supposed…

It’s Me

It’s Me - story

Kristina Schilke

The Sankt Johannesweide Psychiatric Outpatient Clinic encompasses spacious grounds. Patients have access to this Lower Bavarian gem among mental institutions from seven in the morning until six in the evening, five days a week. For…

The Sandman

The Sandman - story

E.T.A. Hoffmann

NATHANIEL TO LOTHAIRE. Certainly you must all be uneasy that I have not written for so long—so very long. My mother, I am sure, is angry, and Clara will believe that I am passing my…

The Song We Sang Every Day

The Song We Sang Every Day - story

Luciano Lamberti

My name is Tomás. I’m thirty years old. I live with my father. We’re two bachelors in a big house who run into each other at odd hours and treat one another with respect, but…

The Dog

The Dog - story

César Aira

I was in a bus, sitting by the window, looking out at the street. Suddenly a dog started barking very loudly nearby. I tried to see where it was. So did some other passengers. The…

Genetic Material

Genetic Material - story

Christos Tsiolkas

I say, ‘Hi, dad, how are you doing?’ His eyes snap in my direction, there is a sudden jerk of his body as he recoils from my voice, then he slumps back in his chair….

The Enemy of the Love Story

The Enemy of the Love Story - story

Alma Ganihar

Francesca, a leggy young woman with a blue streak running through her thick mane of hair, crossed the park quickly. The dry leaves on the path crackled pleasantly beneath her feet. The scent of roasted…