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THE LONELINESS ISSUE
Strangers in Las Vegas connect strangely.
Trinkets
“You must never ask Dada Abbu about the trains, meri jaan,” she would warn. “He doesn’t like to talk about them.”
Necropolis
It’s not like Ba to let something so benign rile him.
Manhattan Schist
“Reid was the most observant, sensitive child, compassionate to a fault – and we need people in this world devoted entirely to beauty.”
Lemon Drop
‘Everyone deserves the truth, Nouk.’
Someday We’ll Dance Again
Set in 1906, a young man from Gibraltar who emigrates to New York City to make a new life for himself and escape the past.
Someone to Love Me
He said he was a fashion designer. But he lived off his investments.
The Provision of Benches
The joys of sitting weren’t lost on someone who stood for a living.
Mrs. Hawkins and the Orchard
“I put forward that The Orchard is a cornucopia of temptation.”
Roman Numeral Relationships
An observation and mediation on modern life and love.
The Compass Turns Thrice
Time is wobbling the way compass points hover or spin for no rhyme or reason on a nautical chart.
The Mothers
I learned there are three ways to make money. Get more people to buy, get people to buy more often, or get people to buy something more expensive.
A Tyranny of Wind
“Weather is immune to history, law, diplomacy, and sometimes even reason…”
The Future of Love
A woman who is sick turns to love she can pay for.
Getting By, Going By
This morning she pushes a clump of matted hair away from her face as she watches the parade of the Haves marching by in lockstep on their way to work. ...
Outsider, Insider
“Excuse me,” I began, wearing a smile I tried my best to make amiable rather than condescending, “I’m a newcomer here. I notice the people around here are very fond ...
Diptych: Girl, Memory
We prized ourselves on our reliability, our most solid trait. On top of that, she was a whiner; a big-time needer. She even took seconds.
Sometime around Christmas
The city seemed like another world then, bristling with possibilities. Every evening and every weekend was the brink of some discovery.
Death of a Pacifist
“I’m against the bombing, even if it is that damned Islamic State,” the old man yelled over the whipping wind,
Romance in Paris
The excitement begins at the airport. You know deep down that in that bag is a ring, a big diamond one that shoots doves at unhappy people, a ring that ...