Second Wife
“Each time since they were married Adam had pushed her on the bed and pounced at her flesh like an animal. The sight of her bruised and bleeding body failed to deter him.” Story of the Week (January 24), by Zvezdana Rashkovich.
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Antidote
“Just as our gullible nation thought it had discovered freedom that bleak winter, I—too—naively thought I had discovered the Cure.” Story of the Week (January 17), by Noha Al-Badry.
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Something Wicked
“The rest of it is what she’s come to expect from the popular Antiguan soca band… Except this one is less playful and more aggressive. ‘Kick een she back door’ the singer sings with glee, and Essie sings along.” Story of the Week (December 10), by Joanne C. Hillhouse.
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A prayer is a lonely call
“I picked up the Dua book lying on my table. It had an ugly purple cover with the silhouette of a Niqab wearing woman on it that resembled a dementor or a wraith more than your average Muslimah.” Story of the Week (January 3), by Faisal Pakkali.
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Under The Birch Trees
“Steinn finds a promising spot up in the right hand corner of the sky; he inserts the knife very carefully into a bank of white clouds.” Story of the Week (December 27), by Ragna Sigurðardóttir. Translated from Icelandic by Sarah Bowen.
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The Breach
“Above and behind lay the danger. The sky sawn open by planes dropping huge exploding eggs, bullets lashed into screams…” Story of the Week (December 20), by Minoli Salgado
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Stories from St. Lucia
“Then the boy’s voice, rough-edged, moving into wailing. This came into the man’s guts, it seemed.” As part of a special feature to mark St. Lucia’s national day, two stories by John Robert Lee.
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The House on Bahadur Shah Zafar Road
“When it rains here, the skies splatter open, as if Mr. Hyde had taken a knife to a beautiful woman, ripping her apart, smiling thunderously over her remains. It’s a brutal rain here, like everything else.” Story of the Week (December 6), by Anis Shivani.
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The Creator
“…it certainly wasn’t the fault of the doll… Although, yes, the man had torn off her head, sliced off her breasts and ripped her skin to shreds before he shot himself with an old farm rifle.” Story of the Week (November 29), by Guðrún Eva MÃnervudóttir. Translated from Icelandic by Sarah Bowen.
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The Witness
“To lie is to spare her some needless suffering. Is therefore an act of mercy, kindness—of maybe even love.” Story of the Week (November 22), by Jonathan Callahan.
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