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The dog licks me awake. It’s dark in the living room except for a patch of streetlight from the window. I call his name. No response. My temples throb. I… Read more »
The dog licks me awake. It’s dark in the living room except for a patch of streetlight from the window. I call his name. No response. My temples throb. I… Read more »
This tweet story was published in Mythic Picnic’s Tweet Story Project V6 in May’ 2020: After I wave goodbye to you, son, I watch your tail lights disappear, then, roll… Read more »
“Diwali Mubarak,” I pack sparklers and rockets in a newspaper bag for a customer sitting astride a motorcycle outside my shop. He gives me 100 rupees. My daughter, Anwari, a fifth-grader, unlatches the moneybox to… Read more »
The sun soothes my achy joints. It draws away the chill from my recesses and warms my skin, which, once healthy white, has gone ghostly gray. Click here to read… Read more »
Mother won’t eat or drink or cook. Fasting for God, Father said. Be patient. Her breath smells rotten. A 100-word micro published in Drabblez. Click here to read the full… Read more »
“Voila!” Todd winks at me, wipes his brow with a grease-stained hand. He’s been working on our boat: replacing the motor with airplane engines, installing a propeller at the nose,… Read more »
Strands International Flash Fiction Contest 9: Third Prize for my story “I Smelled the Mangoes.” Best of Net Nomination 2020 and Best Microfiction 2021: Moon Park Review for my prose… Read more »
After my marriage, every summer, my father plucked near-ripe fruits from the mango tree in his courtyard, washed them, packed them in a wooden box layered with straw, and parceled… Read more »
The moon hides behind a cloud, creating a cloak of darkness. Her heart galloping inside her chest, the princess tiptoes past the mustached guards who are snoring away with hats… Read more »
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning, sings Suzie, the lead choir singer and my friend. She stands two steps ahead of me and other chorus girls on… Read more »