The man on the Charles Bridge tells me he wants to die. He says this while I pass […]
Category Archive: fiction
When my husband came home, there was something different about him. His long service was over at last, […]
And just like that, in the middle of a hallucinatory French winter, the colonel opens the door one […]
I wanted to feel good about myself. I wanted to be proud. But how could I? I was […]
The other day I ate a trussed guinea fowl in a white wine reduction that tasted like refuse. […]
After a few moments, after they made love, she thought about it again and she whispered to him, […]
In the quiet train compartment full of sleepy commuters heading to Zurich, an old lady was rigidly sitting […]
‘Guys…’ As always, Leanne’s cheeks fill with blood before her mouth fills with words. ‘There’s something I need […]
Aerial shot, 45 degrees above ground: silhouette (in profile) of forlorn man standing on his own. Attire: smart […]
These were few but wonderful. Heidi, when she was among us, might have been able to sell anything […]
