The Brick

The Brick

There is a photograph of my mother standing in front of the chain link fence around the Chevron Oil Plant in Richmond, several minutes before…

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Pieces

Pieces

It happened first in the shower. Sasha stood, scrubbing her body, her mind occupied on the day, on when the man might be answering her…

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A Life, A Book, A Chance

A Life, A Book, A Chance

Veronika usually woke a few minutes before the church bells rang. This day she had been up for hours, tossing and turning in her small…

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I, etcetera

I, etcetera

I suppose a certain kind of Calcutta novel can be written. By a certain kind of Southern Avenue Calcuttan such as me. These are read…

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An Ambiguous Weekend

An Ambiguous Weekend

Richard’s clay sculptures could say a great deal about him. Luckily, he did not sculpt very often. He spent most of his time bagging groceries…

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Kulfi

Kulfi

Pushpa did not know about the Gospels. In fact, she barely knew anything about Jesus. But she would have appreciated one of his teachings—to be…

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Alizarin Crimson

Alizarin Crimson

Mr. Hartley took a small canvas the size of a notebook from the table at the front of the classroom. “You’ll apply the alizarin first….

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The Lighthouse Keeper

The Lighthouse Keeper

My father had a job as a lighthouse keeper. His lighthouse could be seen from all over town – on account of our town being…

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Maxim Kolosov

Maxim Kolosov

I’d never seen a man die before. Not before this. I would’ve looked away had I known what was coming, that he was jumping for…

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The Cleaner

The Cleaner

David stared at the long black stain. He had tried everything he could to clean it from the otherwise pristine white shirt, but nothing had…

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The Animals Among Us

The Animals Among Us

I. Aves When the little boy double crossed the shetani¸ Great Heron assumed her true spirit form and cursed him, placing her hands upon the…

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The Ambassador

The Ambassador

My father was my hero. When he was ten, he went into the cigar factory. He sat on a long bench. His father sat on…

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On the Morning He Was To Leave Mortalus

On the Morning He Was To Leave Mortalus

On the morning he was to leave Mortalus for the drive south to California, while walking to the library to return three DVD’s starring Theresa…

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Clean Break

Clean Break

Alessa wakes to the sound of bickering and with no idea where she is. There’s a television on somewhere and the bickering is just two…

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Second Language

Second Language

Sapna sips her café au lait on the patio of the Alliance Française de Bangalore. The styrofoam cup squeaks between her fingers, the beverage is…

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