Obi’m, Last night I dreamt of you. You were driving some kind of truck, I forget the model, but it looked like a cross between an SUV and a convertible. By the time I got…
Browsing Category Fiction
The Violinmaker
The shop’s sign was violin-shaped, a flat emblem hanging from a thin iron rod. Nicolo watched its shadow stretching and shrinking across the stucco façade. He stood across the square, under a tree that was…
We Hid the Children
We hid them as we hid our coins, our grandmother’s jewels, our precious salts and spices – in the closets and cupboards, in the hollow places of the house. “Shh,” we whispered. “Be good. Be…
Thinking Futures
The bird came for my wife’s hair the day she asked for a divorce. We were arguing about time. I still had two more days of our trial separation before we’d talk through the results…
Stealing Mail
I wondered if the Mediterranean ever got snow that night when he texted. U up? And I went, Who is this? GUNNER. He sent a winking face, U busy? I was writing out the Greek…