Prize winning story by the Caribbean Regional Winner of the 2014 Commonwealth Short Story Prize My mother voice growing old over the telephone. First…
A silent house sat there, full of people who did not hear each other, so the house was silent It also felt empty, as…
I was given a five-minute slot for my interview with God. St. Luke ushered me into the Artists Waiting Area and briefed me. “When…
Rosemary Fell was not exactly beautiful. No, you couldn’t have called her beautiful. Pretty? Well, if you took her to pieces… But why be…
He used to tip the scales at a hefty seven pounds. These days, he weighs less than five. His hearing deserted him first, his…
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time…
The soft clay that felt so clammy and velvety against the feet in those paddy fields…Urvija thought in herself while feeling the splashes of the…
In the nineties, Singapore’s Mount Faber park had another name—lover’s park. In between evening breezes, the air sweltered, the young couple’s faces became enveloped…
