By Balu Swami The day after the bombing, I got a call from Rahman whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in years. He had been a good source for me for a number of years. He was one of…
By Elsa Wilson-Cruz Outside the conference room windows, another dust storm was rising on the dead brown horizon. But a ping on Zac’s glasses told him that it was heading east. Storm alarms wouldn’t get them out of this meeting….
India embarked upon the fantasy fiction bandwagon a bit too late – at least when it comes to English fantasy fiction – yet it doesn’t deter it from competing with the best of the world. In recent years, a host…
By: Sherzod Artikov The existence of other seasons is a lie There is only autumn in this world,darling. (Shukhrat Arif) I was late for “Le Procope” restaurant. Maftuna had already arrived and was sitting at a table, flipping through…
By: Bruce Levine They all gathered after the storm to assess the damage. Only once before, as far back as anyone could remember, and probably in all of recorded weather history, was there so much intensity for such a prolonged…
By Mike Hickman Back when Betty Boo was still Doing the Do, and I’d no idea what doing the do meant (which should tell you everything), I’d linger in Our Price and I’d look at the albums. And this was…
By: Ramprasath Rengasamy I wondered if many years of experience in healthcare industry and excessive exposure to sick people, has confused my sensibilities. According to the world, mine was a forbidden relationship but according to me, world is nothing more…
By: Jim Bates “And the winner is…” Blake Jorgenson held his breath. This was it. This was his chance. Was this the year he’d win first place in the Long Lake Garden Contest? He closed his eyes and thought…
By Eric Burbridge “I didn’t hear anybody at the door, Marsha.” Craig said and opened it. “You were right.” He looked down there were two styrofoam boxes with vital refrigerate content labels on them. He stooped and carefully lifted…
By: The Birch Twins July 1981 “There’s plenty to do on the south coast for a young lad,” said my uncle, a paternal hand resting on my shoulder as we waved my dad goodbye,” he won’t get into trouble here.”…