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Unforgotten
It was the day before Christmas in Calcutta. It was 1997, and the city, like its name, still retained much of its old world charm….
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Paramour
How sometimes, we are tied down by the Normal; we don’t want to realize all of our dreams. Here she was, compromising all her dreams…
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Khublei Shibun
It was a late September evening when the sun came out after a 2 hour long shower. Cold water running through the streets drench my…
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Pale-hued Existentialism
Another loveless year is past. I am growing old now. Twenty six, at some impressionable age long ago seemed way too old for anymore fun…
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After She Was Gone
The phone rang. Papa was in his usual place in front of the telly, watching Call My Bluff, and muttering why Mummy wasn’t home yet….
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You and You and the White Sofa
While the view was magnificent, no one had enjoyed looking out the window of apartment 2G of 110 East End Avenue in several years. While…
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Luis
We experienced our first hurricane in that house on Frangipani Street, and luckily, you were too little to remember any of it. Hurricane Luis was…
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Fugue
Thinned blood gushed from the wound. His stomach a mash-tun, his head spun madly. God fucking…shit Ruined! That was the only thing from Berlin A…
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Vagaries of Solitude
The thoughts of suicide cross my mind too often these days. In fact they began surfacing soon after your death, but I managed to thwart…
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The Death Of One Thousand Cuts
There is a red pen in her hand. The lights are still on as Elizabeth opens her eyes. Enough light to read under. Her face…
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Betrayal
Professor George Wallace complained to everyone about teaching in the big lecture room in Gilman Hall. He wore a red cashmere scarf to class in…
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Gang Fight at The Quinceañera
I don’t like photos because they literally turn people into posers. When someone wants to take a picture, everyone stops what they are doing and…
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In Bloom
The azaleas died every winter, and every spring Asha would extract the brittle bushes and plant a new set in the same bed. Her husband,…
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The Bookseller
I suppose that it seems rather extraordinary that I have spent my entire life surrounded by stories but have never before been tempted to pen…
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A Long Haul
They pulled Leona away from Ted’s open casket and accused her in loud angry whispers of laughing during her husband’s viewing. Leona’s cardigan was bunched…
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Through the Motions
Sometimes, while grabbing coffee or during her lunch break, Kate would twist her wedding ring off and sit at a table by the door, watching…
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Caesar and His People
The phone rings like it always does and Kate answers it like she always does. She turns her freckled face in my direction and glances…
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Screaming for Colin Blake
First was the light. It grew from beneath the eave of the porch as the fluorescents flashed to life. She waved the moths away as…
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Movie Money
Aunt Gertrude had had no education—had been, due to the poverty and ignorance of her family, virtually a waif—but possessed noticeable innate intelligence. She kept…
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Waiting by the Door
When Roma first walked to the door, its face looked grim and unyielding. Despite the peeling green paint, it stood guard over the old house…
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The Golden Egg
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 2002 She was always suspicious of the mysterious chest. He never let her see what was inside. She always suspected, it was…
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Burial
On a sun drenched Boston day my parents died in a car crash. A driver hopped up on crack and alcohol, was texting and driving,…
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First Date
The bar is dim and smells of fried food. Neon lights glow red, green and blue on the walls. Incandescent lamps burn dull yellow on…
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What Debussy Wrote for the Guitar
[soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/43782479″ params=”auto_play=true&hide_related=false&visual=true” width=”100%” height=”450″ iframe=”true” /] Peyton recognized it the first time he heard Tito Salinas play the pieces. When the performance ended, he…