Fiction

  • Origins

    I was born some time in 1972, in a country I’ve never seen and to parents I’ve never known. When I was a few months old, I was left in the care of a stranger who will always remain a shadowy figure of inexplicable love in my imagination. At some point, this stranger handed me…

  • Hunts and Saboteurs

    What you need to understand is this: Skeeter was really very fat. It would be impossible to tell this story without mentioning that fact. She would mention it herself once in a while, although in the past this would usually be in the midst of an altercation with her husband, who was not fat. “You’ve…

  • Tawny Scrawny Lion

    The first thing my mother taught me to say in English: I live on the Main Drain Road. 76894. My mother is in the pistachios. My father is in the almonds. My mother says I was four. She says I went to Señora Espinoza for daycare and I watched a lot of telenovelas, and I…

  • Am I a Thief?

    First things first: I have bad feet. Otherwise this entire incident would never have happened. I prefer not to go into details about the feet—they’re rather intimate parts, don’t you think? Witness foot fetishes, for example. Or the binding of women’s feet in China, for which many cultural reasons have been adduced, but which always…

  • Welcome Me to the Kingdom

    One man, an Argentinian (but of proud European pedigree), had called her Carmen. He explained that she had a gypsy’s skin. Will you leave me, mi gitanita? Will you take my money when the wind turns, like your storybook kin? He hummed the Habanera for her. You know Carmen, the opera? She had only nodded,…

  • I Only Had Eyes for You

    She hadn’t texted him in three days, which for most people wasn’t long (to be fair, most people never texted their exes at all), but for the two of them, for Brian and Emily, three days was notable, it was out of the ordinary, it was worrying. They’d established a frequency after the initial six-month…

  • Public Opinion

    Translated by John Vater   Sadiq Miyan managed to restrain himself at first, but then couldn’t hold himself back any longer. There it stood: a completely new bicycle, abandoned—without even a lock to guard it! Sadiq Miyan cast a quick glance around him, then ran his hand over the bike’s glittering handle, as if caressing…

  • Butterfly at Rest

    He’s been blacklisted four years already when the committee finally calls him to testify. Does that mean he has nothing to lose? There’s always more they can take from you, even if your name is Zero. Dignity, conscience, honor. Maybe he can live without those things, but they can’t have my balls, he tells his…

  • Cookie Monster Shares

    Me name Sidney. Me have problem. Ever since me little monster, me love cookie. Me parents cookieholics. Me not have discipline at home. Me parents not pay me attention; all time they eat cookie. Me think that normal. Me sad. Me want to be cool in junior high school, so me bring cookie from home…