A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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Mr. Sunandan lifted the portrait of his wife from the placid wall cupboard left to his door. ‘You don’t even know if I am alive or dead. But I still follow you on your social media accounts. You have not changed. You look the same as you are looking  my hands. But you know what?’ He keeps the portrait of his wife who was draped in a lustrous saree looking shabby because of the dusky photo cover. The sky was the same as the photo cover. The sky was crowded with rain. ‘I starve for another person’. The man in his early 40s lifts another stamp sized photo frame adjacent to the enormous bookshelf. The face was visible only to him in the unceasing yellow light hanging from the top. ‘I remember the date. Happy birthday, my dear daughter’. He got hold of the photo frame as quickly as his…