The Gangway
"Did you have lunch?" Irfan asked the fellow passenger sitting in front of him, a lanky, shabby man with bare feet. It was twenty past three already.
Critical Essays
Worldwide Fiction
Before the phone rang
He remembered the night first by its air. Not its warmth exactly, but its refusal to move, a suspended heat that clung to the walls and made the rooms feel slightly out of step.
Gertrude's Revenge
Gertrude had had it. She had put up with the newcomers for as long as she could. Yes, it had been her ancestors’ land forever before the squatters had come.
Bury Me Alone
I was driving down the forgotten highway that bright December day like so many others. I stopped in the vast and consuming landscape for what I thought would be a brief moment.
Reconciliation
She was a good girl, ask anyone and they’d tell you so. She went to church every Sunday and volunteered weekly at her local soup kitchen.
Big Girl Apartment
My mother lives in the creases of my bedsheets. I can hear her disdain at the light sweat stains in the center of the bed and that I hadn’t switched my sheets.