Friends of Ferry Point Park

Friends of Ferry Point Park

Condolences, the card read and—she flipped it over—nothing else.  Tara Contreras opened the door to her apartment and, without meaning to, thought: Better late than…

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I Know You Rider

I Know You Rider

Ryan and Walker stood in the doorway of the railcar as the train chugged through a crossing in Homerville, Georgia. The town, like many along…

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Chili Man

Chili Man

Once I came across a homeless person in Seattle. He asked for money. I gave him a dollar. He said, “Don’t you have five bucks?”…

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Food Baby

Food Baby

I knew, from the moment I woke up in Akihabara, in that spare white hotel room overlooking the five-story mall full of flashing red robots,…

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An Approximate Accumulation

An Approximate Accumulation

Things were desperate. The editing work had all but dried up. No matter how many writing-related jobs I applied for on the freelancing websites I’d…

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Bridal Palanquin

Bridal Palanquin

Bhaggan had told me many times why Saffiya had been traveling on the train the day they found me. Bibi Saffiya’s husband had died, and…

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Double Date

Double Date

He wasn’t as good looking as the man she’d always hoped to marry, but she recalled her therapist’s unsubtle hints that she shouldn’t wait aimlessly…

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The Sow

The Sow

The old sow glared at Elrod with a sort of benign insolence. It was perhaps the ugliest thing the boy had ever seen. Its skin…

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Fade to Gray

Fade to Gray

I always sat in the chair by the window. That had become “my” spot during committee meetings. From my chair, I could look out the…

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Different Lives

Different Lives

Chris My alarm shrieks. It’s 6:57. Out of bed and into yesterday’s clothes. Dizzy from alcohol and insufficient sleep, I step into the morning under-dressed. …

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Tarla's Homecoming

Tarla’s Homecoming

Nakul sat straight in a vest with two holes in it and old pajamas. He didn’t make eye contact with his wife Tarla who was…

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Dharavi Dreams

Dharavi Dreams

Hi. My name is Abdul. Abdul Sheikh. I work at a cyber café not very far from where I live. But don’t bother. Not very…

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One Fainting Robin

One Fainting Robin

The first time I saw her, my heart stopped. I mean, it really did stop, I died. Me? Who could believe that? I was sixteen…

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Votive Candle

Votive Candle

“Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar.” – Antonio Machado One dollar Australian only buys Barb one votive candle, or so goes the…

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So Far

So Far

Shankata­hara Chathurthi: auspicious day dedicated to Ganesha … is observed … on the fourth day of … the waning lunar phase … – Internet Sarasu…

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Fight Night

Fight Night

Cleveland woke to roosters crowing at daybreak downstairs in one of the hotel garden courtyards. He and Anong had left the balcony door open by…

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Almajiri

Almajiri

AThe woman standing outside in the drizzling rain without an umbrella is Suspect X and has been under surveillance a while now. A black leather…

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Three Nights to Marriage

Three Nights to Marriage

Tell her, just tell her, I told myself. She towered over me on Broadway as we crossed in front of traffic, her long legs stretching…

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An Arranged Marriage

An Arranged Marriage

The first time we met, I forced myself to like you. Tiny, hard, blind pimples scattered across your forehead, a wide jaw. Peroxide-blonde streaks marbled…

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The Painting

The Painting

She could not reconcile the large oil painting hanging in the shadowed hallway of the assisted living suite with the frail woman lying on the…

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