Apr 25, 2026 | Fiction |
That dope, what crap, he thought angrily. What did that frog know about it? Had Pierre here ever roustabouted in heat over a hundred under Gleb damn Neeling? Who’d give a guy a stout poke in the ribs with a wrench because some minor safety protocol had been (briefly)...
Jan 5, 2026 | Fiction |
The day he receives his first wages, King Arthur of the Sewers and Slums leaves the office with a quiet sense of achievement. As it is a Saturday, most of the shops have stayed open late – the gin halls, the oyster saloons, the tobacconists, the confectioners, the...
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...
Aug 10, 2024 | Fiction |
The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to Levallois. Cast-off buildings bogged down in black muck. From a distance the chimneys, big ones and little ones, look like the fat stakes that rise out of the muck by the...
Feb 6, 2021 | Fiction |
“Come in,” I said. The door opened slowly. A group of youth members crowded forward, their faces a question. The girls were crying. “Is it true?” they said. “That he is dead? Yes,” I said, looking among them. “Yes.”...
