Aug 26, 2012 | Fiction |
“Will you stop that!” Ammu said, so loudly that Murlidharan, who had hopped off the milestone to stare into the Plymouth, backed off, his stumps jerking in alarm. “What?” Rahel said, but knew immediately what. Her spit bubble. “Sorry, Ammu,” Rahel said. “Sorry doesn’t...
Sep 26, 2009 | Fiction |
They held up a stone. I said, ‘Stone.’ Smiling they said, ‘Stone.’ They showed me a tree. I said, ‘Tree.’ Smiling they said, ‘Tree.’ They shed a man’s blood. I said, ‘Blood.’ Smiling they said,...
