Damned If I Do
Warm and Nicely Buried “Mrs. Marotta, Jose is gone.” The woman took Fragua’s...
Category: Short Stories
A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain
Open Arms His face turned to me now, and I could not draw a breath. I thought for a moment that my...
Symbols and Signs
For the fourth time in as many years, they were confronted with the problem of what birthday...
There Are Little Kingdoms
It was deadening winter, one of those feeble afternoons with coal smoke for light, but I found...
Damned If I Do
The Fix Douglas Langley owned a little sandwich shop at the intersection of Fourteenth and T...
There Are Little Kingdoms
Animal Needs ‘Come on, John,’ said Madge, and she grabbed the car keys, ‘we’ll head for yours.’...
The Garden of Forking Paths
To Victoria Ocampo In his A History of the World War (page 212), Captain Liddell Hart reports that...
Pebbles
When he was ten years old, Jeremy was walking along the main road, with his friend Benedict, out...
A Party Down at the Square
I don’t know what started it. A bunch of men came by my Uncle Ed’s place and said...
The Happy Prince
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all...
The Debutante
When I was a debutante I often went to the zoological garden. I went so often that I was better...
Malliga Homes
Mr Swaminathan died suddenly, as he was walking back to his flat from the Veg dining hall after...
