Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World The City of Gold “Skin like the Taj Mahal,” he said, cataract eyes crawling like lice in her hair. Mother handed him a cup of cardamom-flavored tea and offered him a plate of sweets. The man waved the plate aside; “I’m diabetic,” he said, tongue darting, wetting a pendulous… Ranjini George weiterlesen
Schlagwort: short story
Stephen Bremner
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World The Backpacker’s Tale ‘How long have you been travelling?’ There it was again, that question, the backpacker’s mantra. How quickly people sought to establish their credentials. At first Tom had found it irritating, almost threatening, and would try and ignore it, to treat it as an empty greeting. Not… Stephen Bremner weiterlesen
S. A. Boyd
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World The Last Days of the Raj 1 He stands tall and flaccid among his boxes and bags. He is shirtless and sallow and his shorts hang low on his ass. He searches for something, scans the floor while wiping his face with an old t-shirt. ‘Turn on the… S. A. Boyd weiterlesen
Maura Bowen
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World Burden Jamila averted her eyes before slumping down on the cushion. It had been three days and she still couldn’t look in a mirror. She didn’t have to, seeing her reflection in everyone’s eyes. Her beauty was gone, that much she knew: to what extent, she didn’t care. It… Maura Bowen weiterlesen
Mary Beth Warner
Lit-Mag #39 – Berlin Enlightened Klaus sat under the buzzing of the fluorescent lights in a mental stupor. The incessant buzzing, which he heard all day, and which ringed in his ears as he tried, in vain, to fall to sleep each night, numbed him. It stopped short any attempt at pleasant thoughts, of memories… Mary Beth Warner weiterlesen
Edward Reilly
Lit-Mag #38 – (Not) at home in Vienna Through the eyes of Kommissar Rex Many years ago, in those long undergraduate coffee hours, one of our group announced that he was going home. “Mutti”, he always referred to his mother with that intimate endearment, never as we did, neither the babyish “Mummy” nor drawling out… Edward Reilly weiterlesen
Peter Murphy
Lit-Mag #37 Myself & Others Personal Space A short story ‘I’m not here to answer the phone. I’ll be back soon. Leave your message after the tone.’ ‘Hullo, Ann. It’s me … remember? You were talking about an artist you knew the last time we spoke. I saw the notice about your exhibition and was… Peter Murphy weiterlesen
Jónas Knútsson
Lit-Mag #37 Myself & Others Days of Awe The train was empty except for a couple in the autumn of their days: not many about on a Sunday. We left the familiar Zentrum and trundled through the outskirts of Munich. On the bus I was the only passenger. The driver did not initiate a conversation,… Jónas Knútsson weiterlesen
Zdravka Evtimova
Lit-Mag #37 Myself & Others The Man with the Two Violins There had been no sun for three months now. The sky sank into the gray walls of the houses, at night the moon was a puddle of asphalt in the small lawn in front of her room. The rain turned her face into autumn.… Zdravka Evtimova weiterlesen
Stephen Mead
Lit.-Mag #36 Home & Homecoming A Thousand Beautiful Things Life Support Feathers collected due to patterns or glint, and stones as well, depending on textures, ripples or mica sheen…so much of childhood condensed to palms or to pockets and what they could hold…milkweed pods, snail shells, wild grasses, flowers… Life reduced and then enlarged by… Stephen Mead weiterlesen