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Shanghai was her world. The only nature she knew were its willows and man-made lakes, the only sky its milky-orange canopy. She’d been raised to the beats of its drills and swings of its cranes, to the glow of its neon lights and the density of its crowds. Here China converged, and toward China the […]
’Raef. Listen to me. You go have to be a big boy and try to understand.’He nodded, although his interest was already drifting to the very pinkest of shells in the pile the others had collected.’Soon Mammy going in England.’ It was as though she said it every day, like saying it’s time for supper. […]
Nothing is more flattering to an artist than the illusion that he is a secret revolutionary. These public developments created a feeling among the cast that we were, in fact, preparing ourselves on a training base for an operation with a transcendental goal, that in combing our translated lines for subtext we were fighting the […]
She recognized the puzzlement on my face and asked me where my gohyang was, probably in effort to help my understanding. ”I’m from Ulsan, Gyeongsang-do,” I told her. But I added that I didn’t feel much longing for Ulsan, that I didn’t even think about it very often. I had no desire to go back […]
She knew she was valued for being a good hunter, but what Ea craved was to be normal. To spin like everyone else was the key to fitting in, and if she could only hear the music of the ocean like everyone else, she too would be able to tune in and do it. She […]
”Ja ehkä huomenissa”, sanoo hänen aviomiehensä samalla kun kallistaa kulhoaan lusikoidakseen keiton viimeiset pisarat, ”voisimme lähteä ratsastamaan joen varteen. Kauempana lännessä näköala on mitä miellyttävin. Käsken säätämään satulaanne – panin tullessa merkille, että se oli vinossa. Luulen, että myös tammanne kaviot kaipaavat huomiota, kun olemme tehneet retkemme, ja…” Lucrezian tuijottaessa miestään tämän sanojen merkitys hajoaa […]
I’m wondering if you still think of her as a monster. I suppose it depends on what you think that word means. Monsters are, what? Ugly? Terrifying? Gorgons are both these things, certainly, although Medusa wasn’t always. Can a monster be beautiful if it is still terrifying? Perhaps it depends on how you experience fear […]
I met my move quick-time, slip into the mass of closed-eyed skankers, sucked into the slipstream of rippling spines. Try to get as close as I can to the decks, watch the MC, see how he handles the mic and the controls. We’re dancing in darkness, skinning up with the dead. I feel them twisting […]
Michael lit a cigarette and smoked it in silence. The others spoke haltingly, in sentences with atrocious syntax, accents so off she hardly recognised some words, but they went on. Aside from the obvious one, this was the real difference between them. They had the confidence to be foolish, to be wrong. She asked Michael […]
Amy spends hours studying Russian in their room with the door closed. Her favorite letter in the Cyrillic alphabet is ж, which looks like a butterfly and sounds like the s in treasure, zh. Amy copies out all the words from her pocket dictionary that start with ж. Zoe is less diligent, preferring to play. […]
Mirsad stops to pluck something from Zora’s hair. He holds it between thumb and forefinger for her to see. ”These have been falling all over the city for days now, as far out as the airport and Ilidža. Do you know what people are calling them?””No.””Black butterflies,” he says softly. He peers at the scorched […]
Now the pitcher came, along with our glasses rimmed with salt. Burt poured, and soon we were clinking the glasses together and saying cheers, with the camaraderie of soldiers on the eve of battle. The margarita was great. I was glad Burt had recognized the necessity of it. He’d also ordered nachos and guacamole as […]
There’s a tradition in Vietnamese culture,’ he said. ‘They believe that you need to give your dead a proper burial in their hometown. If not, their souls are cursed to wander the earth aimlessly, as ghosts.’ He looked down at the bottom of his empty glass, his smile slowly fading from his face, a frown […]
She, like all mothers, constantly casts out her thoughts, like fishing lines, towards her children, reminding herself of where they are, what they are doing, how they fare. From habit, while she sits there near the fireplace, some part of her mind is tabulating them and their whereabouts: Judith, upstairs. Susanna, next door. And Hamnet? […]
Jeanie rounds up the chickens early and sits beside Dot’s grave to eat a sandwich she made at Bridget’s. Already the earth mound is green with a forest of seedling weeds and the area is visible only if you know to look for it. She feels as though she should apologize to Dot for making […]
”I don’t know if I ever liked you,” I say, and bathroom acoustics being what they are, the declaration is magnified and that much more unkind, which makes me feel bad until I see that he is missing a shoe, and I feel it anew, this terrible disappointment in myself that I am happy to […]
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