Jan 17, 2026 | Fiction |
He sleeps with Thomas’s nanny. She’s Canadian, about twenty-five, and also lives in the house, in another small apartment at the top of the service stairs.It just sort of happens.One evening they arrive home at the same time.She’s drunk.She asks him if he wants...
Dec 6, 2025 | Fiction |
He and Ödon wait in the cold wood. It’s a winter afternoon and under the trees it’s already quite dark as they stand next to the car smoking cigarettes. “Who’re we waiting for?” István asks. “Just some guys,” Ödön says. “Are we in Croatia?” István asks, a minute...
Dec 7, 2024 | Fiction |
As I was heaving myself over in a tangle of sheets—I have never been able to cope with bedclothes—I caught a whiff of my own warm cheesy smell. Before Anna’s illness I had held my physical self in no more than fond disgust, as most people do—hold theirselves, I mean,...
Oct 10, 2020 | Fiction
I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids – and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible,...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction |
She seized a safety-pin caked with blood and rust, gouged a great hole in her leg which seemed to hang open like an obscene festering mouth waiting for unspeakable congress with the dropper which she now plunged out of sight into the gaping wound. But her hideous...
