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The Girl Goes to Calabria

The Girl Goes to Calabria - story

Giuseppe Berto

While he was waiting for his gas tank to be filled at one of the many stations found at the beginning of the Cassia road, on the way out of Florence, attorney Adami kept looking…

The Woman in Green

The Woman in Green - story

Cristina Fernández Cubas

‘I’m sorry,’ says the girl. ‘You’re mistaken.’ I listen to her without batting an eyelid, nodding my head as if being mistaken were the most natural thing in the world. Because there’s no other explanation….

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…

Getting Ahead

Getting Ahead - story

Jonas Karlsson

Sometime in June, my back started to itch. I thought I’d been bitten by a mosquito or some other insect. That’s how it felt. It was always worst when I’d been out running and worked…

In Praise of the Hurricane

In Praise of the Hurricane - story

Alejandro Morellón

I’ve always enjoyed everyday violence. I remember one incident in particular: broken glass in the dark. I’m not certain that it’s a real memory but when I relive the scene, I find it hard to…

The Prophetic Pictures

The Prophetic Pictures - story

Nathaniel Hawthorne

“But this painter!” cried Walter Ludlow, with animation. “He not only excels in his peculiar art, but possesses vast acquirements in all other learning and science. He talks Hebrew with Dr. Mather and gives lectures…

Like Hunger, Like Love

Like Hunger, Like Love - story

Giuseppe Caputo

For Carlos, for our hunger     As a boy I was hungry, bam. I came home running, jumping, and my mother would say: “Cut it out! Don’t move so much or you’ll be even…

Auction

Auction - story

María Fernanda Ampuero

There are roosters around here somewhere. Kneeling, with my head down and covered with a filthy rag, I concentrate on hearing the roosters, how many there are, if they’re in cages or a corral. Papa…

My Father’s Ties

My Father’s Ties - story

Recaredo Veredas

The tie is doomed, just as the larger Asian elephant is doomed.  Manuel Vilas   8 January 2018 I can’t stand them. I’d burn them in a dirty flame, a diesel flame, no sandalwood or…

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…