When the evening of January 5 arrives, Luisa leaves a water bowl and some grass outside, so that […]
Category Archive: fiction
Wednesday morning. Overhead, tweeting wires sag beneath the murderweight of crows. Fifteen stories up the roof-high cries of […]
From the appendix ‘defunct realities from the notebooks underneath my bed’ in Reperfusion iii. It was about […]
The morning dawned gray, and we were moored where spoonbills nested, roseate in place of the sun. I […]
“Which One Pound shop was it?” the kid asked, “what was its name?” “I don’t know” the other […]
There is a street in this city where, at night, the light from the lampposts is wrong. You […]
Getting arrested is something people make too much fuss about. The worst is over and as long as […]
Lucio makes a sudden decision: he walks into a hairdresser’s – it’s half six in the afternoon – […]
The taillights on the car in front blinked unevenly, like a tired man trying at all costs to […]
Jürgen approached the room slowly. The other children were in there and he did not feel like entering. […]
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