Saturday Afternoon
Short Story The woman came by each Saturday afternoon with a record player and a considerable stack of records. The hands that dropped them into place were heavily veined and thick with age, shaking...
Author: Sophie Xiaoke Song
There, One Cherry Tree
Short Story Look, she’d pointed and began to jump so as to see better. Do you see? There is one there! She said, shaking his arm. At first he wasn’t sure what she...
Happily Ever After
He keeps all his photos, and looks through them regularly. She’d never said so, but to herself she admits that of course it bothers her. In fact, how could he not see that it...
From Bogota
I was on the overnight flight from Bogota to JFK, the last leg of my 24-hour long journey home after a week of hiking and no showers in Peru. Usually for international flights I...
To My New Love
Short Story “Oh, who cares,” we sometimes think at our most blue moments. “I am boring and it is boring and writing about it all is boring too.” At times like these we...
In the Night
Hadrian had woken up so many nights that by now it felt as if he’d always done so. Outside, a low hanging moon casted its serene glow over their balcony. It must be the...
In Scotland
The haggis and potato for lunch sat heavily in our bellies as we drove into the Scottish highlands that afternoon. It was already October, and tourist season had recently passed, but the hills we...
