He Put me in a Bubble
In a few moments, you will hear a loud noise like a shot from a high cavernous space. The echo…
Fiction
أنيس زكريا “”قول للنوم ينام
نيس محمد زكريا أو أنيس زكريا أو زكّور الأخرس، كلّها مشتقّات لإسمي. إسمي الحقيقي أنيس إلا أن أمي كانت تناديني…
The Story of Nasr
My father called me Anise; my mother added Mohammad. I used to think I looked like the child my mother…
رَمِيم
الإهداء إلى الحرفِ المُعلقِ آخر الغيم وسطَ السماء.
Rameem
Dedicated to the letter hanging at the end of the clouds in the middle of the sky. We are a…
The Brief, Insignificant History of Peter Abraham Stanhope
At 11.42 p.m., on 1 November, 2016, Peter Abraham Stanhope sat at his family’s old mahogany dining table and slit…
Gypsy In The Moonlight
I wish I had amnesia so I could forget Sally Burry. We were at school together, Sally and I, in…
Echolocation
Standing in the shade of a lime tree on a hot dusty afternoon, the boy waited for the bell to…
Hot Pot
And now they say you dead. That your body did wash up at Hot Pot in the middle of the…
By Way of a Life Plot
Hyacinth Ike planned to die on a Friday because it felt right that he complete his life on a day…
Regional Division
The rain pelts down like shattered glass on the sidewalk. Newspapers and oiled brown sheets swirl across the cooling bricks,…
On The Edge
Every day someone is standing on the edge. Today it happens to be me. I feel as bare as open…
The Fanatic
Maulvi Mohammed strode barefoot across the green-carpeted plain of the prayer hall like a holy warrior in the field of…
Corn Curls and the Red Bicycle
It all start when Granddaddy say he not giving me a dollar to buy a pack of corn curls, so…
The Sweet Sop
'The Sweet Sop' won the overall 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize, and the regional prize for the Caribbean. If…
Unbroken Rice
My earliest memory of my father was the red stains on his mouth from the famous Bolti Bandh Paan of…