It hadn’t rained in almost three weeks. It was an anthem for tabloid news outlets: The Drought of 1985. Now, with the late July afternoon capping another sweltering day, the London sky had slowly transformed into a renaissance fresco of menacingclouds, rolling and merging in a mass of coal and obsidian.Swift silver threads tore scars into the heavens, adding theater to the reckoning about to be wrought on the parched land. Work done for the day, Oliver stood in the foyer of the shipping insurance firm where he was an underwriter. The large arch windows were all but opaque, rainwater driving down the glass in thuds. A reasonable crowd had gathered by the windows and revolving doors, nobody willing to venture into what would be that evening’s headline. Oliver looked at his watch. If Finley were too delayed, they’d miss their train. The door made a rotation depositing Finley before…
The Israeli bus was newer and had air conditioning, the strength of which had passengers reaching for blankets and sweaters. Yet Jack was burning…
“Another round,” she signed to him across the table, beneath fake lilacs and ivy. It wasn’t yet time to close, but management had started…
That was Malgund village in Chiplun Taluka of Ratnagiri district. The entire area filled with mango, coconut, and areca nut trees was coated by…
It was a white bungalow. There were pink bougainvillea flowers growing along the walls. Outside, near the imposing black gate, two police officers in…
I see him just about every morning during my jog. Jogging in the dawn through the neighborhood still asleep and then through a nearby trail…
Jon lived with his family in a house on a bank along the Ohio River. His family, a mother and six brothers and sisters,…
The fancy bottle of bright red nail polish was still on that brown oak table on the porch facing the empty cushioned chair. However,…
A lady is standing in an elevator. She has high cheekbones and kajal-rimmed eyes. She stands tall in her stiletto heels and knee-length black…