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On the outskirts of the 3rd Mainland Bridge, the old lady dropped Alohan off. For the weeks following, he wandered around, vagabonding the peripheral roads stemming out of the bridge, astounded by …
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This is Ada noticing on her tongue the translucence of the word escriure and the word novel·la, to write and novel, respectively. The coffee tinting them, melting them, like ice cubes. Ada who is e…
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The grandfather looks out at the sky and the bright red earth. He instinctively raises the back of his hand to his brow to wipe away a few beads of sweat. The heat, which came early this year, will…
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Paulette has to get two buses to work, the 61 into town, then a walk across Cathedral Green to catch the number 18 going north. Right near the bus stop, there’s a new children’s shop with pushchair…
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1 The hyena boys came to Bonaventure, which was serendipitous, because he was used to avoiding the world before the world spurned him. For one, his white albino skin flecked with dark spots made hi…
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To ride across the bay at this hour is to see Shep’s Island at its most beautiful. The light of the setting sun sends sparks off the water in every direction. On this particular night, there is ele…
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Bajirao knew Gayatri was giving him her wordless approval. All she had to do was brush her fingers over her nose ring and clear her throat. How many years had it been since she first thought of thi…
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It took me a long time to grasp the shadowy nature of the literary world. The ins and outs of applying for funding, usually tied to another form of funding, like a grant to a foreign publisher or a…
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1. Your older sister, Bess, cracked a joke about the sorry state of your lawn, which is why a few months later you decided to grow something. You had no interest in a garden, but you were very inte…
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Outside, we play House. My cousin Mandy, my cousin Yangyang, and me. We invite our neighbor Xiaocai to join us in the yard, which is nothing more than a tilted kumquat tree and yellowed weeds. It i…