There is an emptying. Moon by moon they crack from hatches, mutate into puckered tentacles of faces, upturned, awaiting the fever-clutch of mother country’s helicoptered…
The glass thickens. I’m a weird thing now. I’m a creature of the deep, the down-deep, the unfound black-brown down-deep. I have my lights, my…
Happy International Flash Fiction Day! We will be tweeting the stories from Issue one all day today. We’re so proud of this issue – any…
Father said it was Mother’s job. Mother went to get. We waited undertable. Mother came with tools, and Father stood as Mother worked. We could…
On Eid, I wake up to the aroma of sweet seviyan. This hasn’t happened in the last five years. I hug Ammi and ask for some…
She tries to smile but her lips stick to her teeth and all she manages is a gruesome leer. As the tourist aims his phone…