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Category Archives: Fiction
Coolbox
Diogo said that everyone should wear white T-shirts and blue jeans so everyone wore white T-shirts and blue jeans. Diogo said that nobody could wear flipflops or sneakers so most people went barefoot, except for Catarina who owned steel-toe caps. … Continue reading
A Fair Amount of Ghosts
He plays the trumpet brilliantly on the corner of Grand and Victoria. He doesn’t look like he’s from this era. He’s impeccably dressed, from his crisply fitting suit to his smooth fedora hat. There aren’t many folks that can pull … Continue reading
It’s Only a Snake Needs to Change His Skin
Dorsey tries to conceal his smile as he watches the tractor-trailer churning up his grandparents’ gravel driveway. This summer, he’s finally twelve; this summer, his daddy is going to let him go with him on his runs. This summer, he … Continue reading
We Have Seen the Future
When I was six, there was a pop pop pop coming from a parked car outside a school, and six weeks later I was awake again. The left side of my head still had an ear and an eye. They … Continue reading
Mr. A’s Bittersweet Release
A mass, blue and gray, rushed to the center of the quad. It was a yard designed to keep them safe. Cartoon-painted walls, a corroded fence, and a yellow brick building towered above them all, watching, alongside those boys, the … Continue reading
Cold as Ice
I was talking with my mama about her sciatica when Craig interrupted. “Excuse me, Julia, but I was listening to the TV news and they say there’s a real bad storm coming through.” My husband spoke with the quiet urgency … Continue reading
The Nine Lives Of Mr. Snuggles
The woman behind the front desk snapped her gum at Linda’s entrance, but didn’t look up from the phone in her hand. Linda didn’t bother to say hello, a habit long since abandoned. The woman behind the desk, for her … Continue reading
Tics
The boy walks towards me, splay-footed, ungainly, twists to kick the wall, and carries on. Ten steps later he does it again – nothing forceful, just a tap with the toe of his scuffed shoe. I make room for him … Continue reading
Another Neighborhood
Six men stare at the side of a building. Each man more out of place than the last. They point at the wall. They smile. They use words like flip, market value, neighborhood, potential, growth. They occasionally mutter words like … Continue reading
Hot Is Good
“It’s very cold,” said one of them. “It was cold yesterday, too,” said another. “Not as cold as today,” said the first. They were walking along, holding their hands over their mouths and noses, then taking them away as if … Continue reading
Planetarium Janitor
The projector’s clicking eyes hold the only dust he’s not to touch. Powdered soap clouds the water bucket like the Milky Way the sky as he mops the aisles. Ten years have taught him which levers to pull to starlight … Continue reading
Exotic
Spiking out from the lower railings, the pier looked like some animal defending itself. There weren’t any rods against the upper railings, where people sat on deck chairs, reading or sunbathing. Some leaned over, watching the fishermen below. The air … Continue reading
Red Sea
He’s sitting on an airplane, and he has no idea where he’s traveling. Tokyo, London, Cairo? He takes a sip of the red wine he prefers, and thinks of how it is like the Red Sea. The oceans have given … Continue reading
Uncle Clem
Of all my childhood memories, I remember the ones with Uncle Clem the best. He came to stay with us when I was five; before then I only knew him in the abstract, as Dad’s older brother who was ten … Continue reading
The Tuesday Lunch Club
I suppose the Tuesday Lunch Club began with my roast turkey on wheat, on a Monday in late August. My office park has an inadequately sized cafeteria and I was eyeing an about-to-open table – a Formica-topped four-seater still covered … Continue reading
Ellie-May
1. Nelly Murphy’s got no drawers, Won’t you kindly lend her yours? For she’s going far away To sing ta ra ra boom de ay. Skinny-legged, nimble, I dodge the rope. The rhyme builds up to a crescendo and I … Continue reading
Seamless
She was almost perfectly beautiful. So much so, that it would’ve been difficult to be her friend and deny yourself the right to harbor a crush. So much so, that to keep her as a wife would mean you would … Continue reading
Braille
As soon as the wine came, he started in. “Here’s something I think about when I people-watch,” he said. “I think about it a lot. I look at some guy on the subway platform or some random middle-aged woman at … Continue reading
Merry Go Round
He answered her quiet love with his own quiet cruelties, each nestled into the dark crevices of ordinary conversation, of unsuspecting moments. “They say we remember smells more vividly than any other sensory memory,” he said. “I bet that’s even … Continue reading
Multiverses
On August 3, Denora friend requested me on Facebook. On August 8, Denora followed me on Instagram and Twitter. On August 14, Denora invited me to join her LinkedIn network. On August 15, Denora winked at me on Match. What … Continue reading
War Baby
My grandmother presses the edges of the Tupperware lid down, smoothing them out with a click as the ridges snap into place. Chiggae sloshes around the container, washing the interior with a film of pepper oil. She is careful to … Continue reading
Umbrellas
In our town we have a strange tradition. Every time there is a storm the people write wishes on their umbrellas and stand in large groups outside. The ink runs beneath the downpour until we are left with our wishes … Continue reading
The Dreamer
You sit on a large rock as the sea churns around you. The tips of your long, dark hair are immersed in the water. Your white dress is perfectly arranged. There is a small, round box placed in front of … Continue reading
The Darkness at the End of the Tunnel
Original by Abdelhamid Abdellatif, translation by Dina Al-Mahdy The insomnia tearing at your soul is the outcome of the paradox of adopting wisdom without applying it, like someone who’s dying of thirst while holding the water. Simply put: “Drink, idiot!” … Continue reading
