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Crème de Menthe

The Granddaughter asked the Grandmother to make some ramen noodles, but the Grandmother didn’t want to because she was visualizing. Did the Granddaughter want t...

One Milky Window

Winter nights, when Delhi is shrouded in dense fog. The other side of the bed is neat, uncomplicated. Your message on my phone: My flight is delayed. I walk ...

Swarming

When he opens the shutters, Oliver isn’t sure at first what he’s looking at. From their bedroom window, the shimmery cluster of bees on their mesquite tree look...

Driving While Dead

My children are flames. Oxygen they can get any number of ways but the most efficient is if I blow on them. My job is important—at least until they build walls ...

I’m Not Hungry But I Could Eat

I’m finishing up falafel I picked up after work when I get Valeria’s text. She’s going through it and asks if I’m free to catch up at the diner we both like. It...

Run

I never walked, I crawled and then I ran through the backyard through the strawberry patch into the corn field corn leaves making tiny baby cuts on my baby skin...

The Levitation

It was a boring party, all of us standing around sipping wine and eating meat wrapped in puff pastry or pickled vegetables on toothpicks, all of us with nothing...

A Bump in the Road

If she were ever to speak to anyone about it, she would begin by admitting with some embarrassment that it took her a long time to realise what was happening. F...