The Photo by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya
The Photo by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya ‘Where is the photo ? Who took it ? Tell me.’ My sister’s frenzied voice
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The 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 readingMy 70th birthday gift from my daughter was a four-day guided tour of Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.
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!”
Continue readingI lay on the table, waiting for the Ultra sound technician to come and look at my heart. It has a hole in it—somewhere on the Septum. My dad told me once
Continue reading“This doctor new guy says to me about the tumor….”
Continue readingBern Vega walked through the front door of his tiny bungalow on Brook Street with the words of the writing class instructor resonating in his head: “If you’re having trouble getting started
Continue readingThe restaurant is crowded and the hum is building as the place quickly fills and the overfilled plates and glasses arrive at the small, closely jammed tables.
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