“At the Canal Saint-Martin . . .” Leon holds his hand up, attempting to cut off Trevon from saying another word. The pigeons swarm in, alighting on the stale popcorn Leon has scattered on the circular brick courtyard that sits in the middle of the Skylight Towers. There’s not a skylight in any of the 240 apartments in the towers. Leon thinks the towers were built, or at least named, based on a lie. He hates lies and liars and he feels that he’s surrounded by both all the time. The pigeons are a distraction from that, from everything. Sitting on the black wrought iron bench designed with peacocks twisted in unnatural positions, he watches the pigeons, looking for those that look sick. He’d like to catch a sick one, snap its neck, and send it on to eternal peace, forever free of illness and the need to scavenge for…
Five decades ago with some money borrowed from a few friends I had left my house on a mighty river called Brahmaputra in search…
When death is inevitable, why do we fear death? Is it natural or unnatural? As birth is normal, death is also normal. Despite that,…
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Satish was now in his thirties and introspecting about his life. In college he had an overflowing confidence with a ‘could not care less…
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She was the one. The one he was going to marry. When her father arrived from the city of Kazan, far away on the…
Every Sunday at 3 pm, Horst took the ferry from the Wannsee quay to the last stop on its route deep in the forest.…
The frenzied crazed chopping of marijuana plants by the savagely deranged forces of Riverside County Sherriff Chad “El Choppo” Bianco continued on unimpeded into…
The phone rang. It was around 9:30 at night. I was preparing to go to bed as usual as I am an early-to-rise and early-to-bed person. It’s…