Scotch on the Rocks by Shoshauna Shy
I wear want-me red with matching stilettos and the bracelet he brought from Venezuela, the earrings received for a birthday meant to echo my crystalline eyes
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I wear want-me red with matching stilettos and the bracelet he brought from Venezuela, the earrings received for a birthday meant to echo my crystalline eyes
Continue readingThe Photo by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya ‘Where is the photo ? Who took it ? Tell me.’ My sister’s frenzied voice
Continue readingRaymond stood at the casket for a long time. It was early in the afternoon and the family would not be back to the funeral home to receive visitors until six o’clock
Continue readingWaseem Akbar was a friend of my father’s and my uncles – It was the only thing I knew about him. Naturally, the news of his death did not affect me. The burial was in the night.
Continue readingOnce upon a time, there lived an average family. The patriarch, Joe, had an average job making average money with an average company. The matriarch,
Continue readingShe sat upon the verdant hilltop, grass beneath bare feet, chores forgotten. She had come to gather firesticks and water. Instead, she gazed at the ripples on the water
Continue readingMy 70th birthday gift from my daughter was a four-day guided tour of Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.
Continue reading“T-minus ten seconds.”
They say that, moments before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
Continue readingHe slid my just-fallen flip-flop back on my foot. I thought, “He treats me like a princess.”
Continue reading“What if she finds the body? Oh, man, we should never have buried it there!”
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