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Ayya’s Bicycle

On the previous day, I had gone to Krishna Theatre for the second showing. As a result, I couldn’t wake up early enough on the next morning. I could only get to Nadavarasu Ayya’s house fifteen…...

Two Minutes

1 “A short story by a Spanish writer comes to mind. Can’t remember the author’s name, or the title. It’s just that the story refuses to leave my mind… A Spanish playwright…...

A Mansion with Many Rooms

With a single stab, the knife entered deep into my stomach and the blood spurted out at once. I have no idea how many more stabs followed. With each stab, only wordless questions arose in my head. …...

A Mousy, Measly Tale

“What a loveless world,” said the mouse. “You think so?” God smiled back in mock surprise. The sea breeze had just set in, marking the beginnings of a pleasant evening. At the wellhead,…...

Truth and Lies

1 Raghavan climbed into the compartment, carrying his suitcase. He glanced briefly—just once—at the ticket he held in his left hand. Then he walked up to the seat reserved for him. He placed…...

Horoscopes

Ayya had great expectations of us. As soon as his children were born, he had their horoscopes cast by a famous astrologer of our village. We were seven siblings. Horoscopes were written for each of us…...

Revolution Nathan

By rights, the lights should have dimmed as Hemakka spoke. Ilayaraja and his band should have been standing some distance away, playing softly “My Sweet Golden Moon.” Instead, she sat on the…...

Trespass

It struck me later on that, just for a second, I had been off my guard. I lifted my hand in order to scratch the back of my neck. It was only when I brought it back to the armrest that I realized what…...

from A Book, Untitled: Preface, or We As Two Separate Planets

Translator’s Note: In this first chapter of Book-Untitled, Shushan Avagyan lays the loose framework for the rest of her book: an imagined encounter between two early twentieth-century feminist writers,…...

Wide Shot

A small piece of land, a hole dug by a blind mole and a mound of clay soil pushed out by its snout—pity the small coriander garden that has settled itself here, pushing aside some pretty bad things.…...

Before Sunrise

for h.s. The long silence is broken by a buzz of descending words about how the day stretches like a deformed piece of chewing gum. Ever since you lost the taste in your mouth, it leaves behind a couplet:…...

I’m Not Going to Die

“Are you sad?” “I don’t know.” “Did something happen?” “….” “You know, I don’t like it when I ask a question and you don’t…...

The Far Shore

Translator’s Note: As everyone knows, the March 11, 2011, earthquake that shook northeastern Japan also released a devastating tsunami that devastated the northeastern Tōhoku coast of Japan…...

The Memory

After Félix Valloton's Le Ballon There is a reason for her beauty. She has a secret that she can tell nobody, and it is that secret which makes her beautiful. She has no mother. Her mother died…...

Fruit

This is an official report based on the firsthand accounts of interviewees A through Z. Each entry has been abstracted and the subjects’ names have been redacted. Various fruits appear in the report.…...

When My Wife Was a Shiitake

Omwet. No, no. Omelet. Omwet. Not omwet, omelet. Omwet. Omwet? What about this? Sweet. Sweet? And this? Green. Green, is it? Well, what about this? Clam. That’s right, clam. And this? Shiitako. Almost—shiitake.…...

Glass

A pane of glass shatters. I open my bedroom window and look up and down the street. A man is running away. Under the kitchen table I find a rock the size of a baby’s fist. I push the larger fragments…...

The Trapped Boy

Running in a daze through the city’s dreamlike darkness. I’m all alone. Gasping for air. And I can’t go home with my school uniform filthy like this. I’m soaked to the skin, my…...

Stance Dots

The place had opened for business at eleven a.m. but no one showed up. The old man wasn’t surprised, though, since Thursdays were often like this. But when nine p.m. came and went and there were…...

Telegraph Pole

Now was the time to leave. She could go anywhere, as long as there were streets. Just had to walk to get there. These feet would take her. Though they weren’t as good as they used to be. Oh Hagar,…...

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