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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…

The Story of a Sock

The Story of a Sock - story

Muhammad al-Asfar

I . . . am a cheap sock, I cost half a dinar. An industrial cooperative manufactured me, and my profit margin was redistributed among the elements of production. An ordinary man bought me, a…

Nightly Lament

Nightly Lament - story

Naji Daher

I could smell the stench of death. From the first shades of darkness, I smelt the stench of death. A stench above me, a stench below me. Wherever I turned, I smelt the same stench….

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…

Inside Outdoors

Inside Outdoors - story

Martín Felipe Castagnet

The giant is starting to rot and Minerval still has no news from the man that’s dreaming it. The programmer must be sick, she thinks: if he were dead the forest would dissolve and then…

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…

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…

Cannibalism In The Cars

Cannibalism In The Cars - story

Mark Twain

I visited St. Louis lately, and on my way West, after changing cars at Terre Haute, Indiana, a mild, benevolent-looking gentleman of about forty-five, or maybe fifty, came in at one of the way-stations and…

Jabir Sabeel

Jabir Sabeel - story

Mansour Mohammad El Souwaim

1.   Citizen Jabir Sabeel awoke to the alarm of his Nokia mobile phone at exactly 6:05. He tried, like every morning, to cover his face with a pillow, but he felt an awful weakness….

Ballet

Ballet - story

Federico Falco

The blinds are pulled down; the old couple who live opposite must be on holiday. Before, the old woman would come out every morning to water the plants on her balcony. The old man would…