Darwin Mother
“Darwin Mother had a peculiar taste for silver and dandelions. And in a yellow house down the street, she lived all alone…” Story of the Week (September 5), by C.G. Fewston.
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The Courage Necessary
“They wanted to live on the Moon, so they did. One day, they just got into their rocket ship, and they left…” Story of the Week (August 29), by Scott Kolp.
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How We Killed The Sailor
“Today in the besieged city fifteen people were killed by one fiery ball… No one had wanted to save them. I’ll see their faces tomorrow in the newspaper obituaries.” Story of the Week (August 22), by Alma Lazarevska.
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21
“Who am I to praise you? When I was on my way to you the train went up in flames…” Story of the Week (August 8), by Zsuzsa Selyem. Translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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Two Pieces of Flash Fiction
“The hair kept all the other things about her running, strengthening her from its shadows…” First Friday flash fiction (August 1) from Maria Pinto.
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“The sun rises and I suddenly wish I were somebody who could hurl a whiskey bottle against a wall.” Story of the Week (July 18), by Andrew Tobolowsky.
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“As monsoon season progressed into autumn and the newspapers started giving daily roundups of the death tolls, dengue dominated the lives and conversation of all Lahoris…” Story of the Week (July 11), by Naureen Amjad.
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A Lovely Boy
“There is a lovely beach in a lovely town. You stand on the shore and see that the water is deep and dark so it impossible to know what lies beneath…” First Friday flash fiction, by Kiren Valjee.
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A Night in Casablanca
“You could barely view the sea under the night’s darkness and heavy rain. Cars would careen around the road uncontrollably because their drivers were too drunk…” Story of the Week (June 27), by Muhammad Zafzaf. Translated from Arabic by Mohammed Albakry.
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Hair, cuts
“I became obsessed with hair. I found it on everyone… worst of all was the pubic hair I found on large old women in swimming pool showers – beads of water dripping from the long dank curtains of hair that lay clapped to their thighs.” Story of the Week (June 13), by Fiona Inglis.
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