Zdravka Evtimova Photo: 8363028@N08 Keith knew Hilda would understand. She always did. She was the perfect wife. He sat by the window and she knew she didn’t have to make the slightest noise. If he sat by the fireplace she knew she had to bring him coffee, he liked his coffee black and she remembered […]
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I Am Home
22 January, 2011 от · No comments
The Men She Didn’t Know
21 October, 2010 от · No comments
Zdravka Evtimova Photo: notsogoodphotography Bertha had tried this joke so many times that she had got tired of it. She’d enter one of these large clean cafes on Louisa Boulevard, under the big chestnut trees that looked like old gossipy wives and she’d see a guy sitting at one of the neat tables. She’d choose […]
“Spice Road” – the story, Part III
28 March, 2010 от · No comments
Yoni Vidal to be continued photo: Patricia Bouquillon ENTIENDO Entiendo means “I understand” in Spanish, and is a homage to the passion of my life, the guitar. I didn’t “compose” this song; my guitar gave it to me. It’s like a present from god; another way to communicate. The particularity of this tune is the […]
“Spice Road” – the story, Part II
22 March, 2010 от · No comments
Yoni Vidal to be continued Photo: Patricia Bouquillon ORCHARD LIGHTS I remember the first time that I went there. It was Thursday of May 1994. Just after landing, my colleagues and I took a cab from Changui airport to Jalan Lada Puteh (“our” street for the following four months) and crossed that big avenue. I […]
The Arrival
23 February, 2010 от · 1 comment
Whitney Groves Photo: aturkus “Things will be different when Tequila’s baby gets here.” For the last eight months, Amber had reminded herself of this fact whenever she was bored or worried or upset. She soothed herself by itemizing the baby’s parts as she imagined them: big blue eyes, specks of fingernails, first gummy smile, the […]
A Greek Tavern
10 October, 2009 от · No comments
Drew Logan Photo: simon.monk Blind Homer sat by the door Ulysses bought him drinks… Until the other Greeks arrived
The End of the Song
17 February, 2009 от · No comments
Zdravka Evtimova Photo: darkpatator The men from Dono’s clan, broad-shouldered and surly, squashed the words between their teeth and the mere hissing sound left others guessing what had to be obeyed. But they all obeyed Dono. His wish was law. Everyone was shattered under it. At the age of twenty-five, he became the chieftain of […]
