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The Case of the VIP Towels
I “Shit, jana padega. There’s been a break-in in some MLA’s house. Tell me Begum Sahiba, why does this happen every time we have a..
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Dire Situations
When Mr. d’Foos-Fong told Mrs. d’Foos-Fong he was going to kill himself, she said, “I am at a loss for words. But of course do..
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Trio’s
You’ve got to give a little, take a little, And let your poor heart break a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of..
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The Master Carpenter
Charles Willett appeared both defeated and stoic while seated at the slab-table he’d fashioned years earlier from the choice reddish-brown heartwood of a Kentucky Coffee..
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THE LONGEST DAYS
Our mosque leans to the left. That’s because it was a church before the Tidesville Islamic community put enough money together to buy it. Apparently,..
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The Bandwala
Sundar Brass Band, most popularly called Sundar Band, had arrived in the city of Bangalore quite early in the morning. Their performance was set to..
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The leather bag
Translated from Tamil by Jayanthi Sankar She pressed the doorbell. One of the duplicate keys to the front door had been left with her. However, she..
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Bad Pet, Mad Pet
The long black hair of the vampire smelled of wildflowers and fresh soil. I inhaled hungrily, absorbing in every way I could think of. His..
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Museum Canvass Rarely Seen
The war was over, but for how long we didn’t know. The streets were filled with debris and fires. As we walked among the bombed..
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Sassanids, etc.
He’d been on his knees all morning the second day when he first saw her. It was the only time in his life he saw..
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Model Citizen1
George Tandle stood, patiently waiting for the 7:38 from Bunker Hill to Hardchester. From the lofty vantage point of the station, he could see nearly..
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The Strings
The walls were a sterile white, bright enough to blind. I kept my eyes partway closed, watching the nurses walk past in their crisp candy..
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Post Mortem
Kusum, A. (18 November 19–) Letters to the editor, Dainik Bharat, Manoranjan Ravivar, p. 5-6. Editor’s note: Printed here unedited, this curious letter and its..
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Shell Game
My anxiety went through the roof once Adam left. The cage I had built to contain my fears collapsed – a cage formed from the..
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Clearcutting
We had all these kids uprooting trees. We provided chainsaws. They sent chips of bark flying, catcalled to one another, egging each other on. I’ve..
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Needles
Mandy Bishop had heard a good bit about acupuncture over the years. She was, after all, fifty-four and the Chinese therapy had been somewhat in..
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Love at Last Dance
Traffic inches along the 101 Freeway at rush hour South of San Francisco on a Friday evening except for the luxury buses racing up the..
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The Village of One House
Last year, in the month of July, usually a time of reckoning that comes in the wake of appraisals at an advertising agency, I realised..
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Meeting Salim
Squatted on the ledge of his hand-pulled rickshaw, a man with light grey hair, in a chequered lungi peered at me as I looked at..
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Homecoming
“As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the sea waves disturbeth him not. He raises his head like a..
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The Tashka
It was made of aluminum, I suppose or some other metal. It was shiny and steel colored and had my father’s other name, the European..
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Missile Crisis
An essay by Joshua Weinstein Our fate will not dare to reject us. This fact I know well, if we’re all blown to hell..
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The Road to Tullahoma
“Go on now, nobody needs ya ‘round here.” groused Whitman as he spoke to the wind that rattled the length of a row of Beech..
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Over and Over
I had recently graduated from college, where, as a matter of fact, I received an outstanding dissertation award. I met Lucila in an introductory stock..