Short Stories

December 18, 2018

Exploding Balloons

Ever since my teenage years, I’ve had a tendency to pair up most of the relevant moments and prominent phases of my life with a concert I attended. Not counting the live shows my parents took me to when I was too little to care—I  fell asleep to Roger Water’s legendary rendition of “The Dark Side of the Moon”—the first proper one I went to of […]
December 18, 2018

Crooked Houses

They always fidget. I see them from a distance, two at a time usually, huddling like frozen blackbirds on a telephone line. Most of them past middle-aged but always men, always thinking themselves younger and thinner than midlife’s reckoned. No matter how much confidence they exude or the little omens they project—squaring their shoulders up and keeping their heads forward and puffing their chest and fusing that imaginary steel […]
May 22, 2018

Morviv: A Package Insert

Description: A Morviv kit consists of two pre-filled syringes with ready-for-use sterile solution for injection, plus a special timer. Syringe A (with a red safety cap) contains a clear, colorless or slightly opaque liquid with 5,000 IU Morviv death-inducing polypeptide. Syringe B contains a clear, colorless liquid providing the resuscitation solution. Administration: For intravenous use only. Never administer the contents of either syringe as an intramuscular […]
May 22, 2018

Locked in Time

He wore a suit, tattered by the elements. Mud had stained his pristine leather shoes and constant rain turned the Armani vest into a sodden mess that stuck to his slim frame like a second skin. Overall, Jonas Van Halen drew a sad shape in the night, outlined by the sputtering fire he had somehow managed to create under a rocky outcrop. The man shivered and […]
May 22, 2018

The Atlas

“—and the whole disgusting mess with the intern. You know she’s probably dead by now,” Glenda declared, sipping her Limoncello on the warm May Mother’s Day afternoon. “Who, Monica Lewinski?” Susan hadn’t been paying attention to the first part of the story. She was twirling a sliver of fennel from the lunch salad in her mouth. The last part—the kill part—grabbed her. She was feeling tired […]
May 22, 2018

A Desert Tortoise

I am a zoologist. Probably Jean Louis Rodolphe Agassiz, teleported from my comfortable office seat in a low grade office to the middle of a desert – I am a creature that is tired of seeing itself. Its eye opens only unto within. I am an intruder into its acts of self lust. “There is no point waiting for the handsomest being. Time is passing by, […]
November 19, 2017

But Then Again

Quite a few people have already died. Former friends, teachers, colleagues, family members. But I never know how much it’s going to affect me. When I heard my primary school teacher had died, I was overcome by a grief more powerful than I had thought possible. My shoulders tensed, my throat tightened. And to think I hadn’t seen the woman since I was twelve years old. […]
November 19, 2017

Census

256 Maple Lane is the thirty-seventh house on my list, and I swear, less than fifteen minutes ago, I didn’t think I was going to make it here. This neighborhood makes me feel like a Frankenstein doll mis-shelved in the Barbie dream world section. And although I know the phrase mental anguish isn’t necessarily a good enough reason to quit the terrible job you’ve just started, […]
November 19, 2017

Blue Pyjamas

The day I found the sewing machine was the day after my mother’s funeral, and the last time I was alone in my childhood home. Entering through the front door, I had a hard time coming to grips with the fact that in a few months this place would no longer belong to my family. Having lived there for over fifty years, my mother had stained […]