Short Story
Activist
She grabbed my arm and led me through the gathering of people from the slums.
Prose
Prose
The Wound that Almost Healed
Getting into her white coat, she glanced at the list of people to whom she had given an appointment over the telephone during the weekend.
Prose
Number of Lies
“She is a liar and a cheat. She is an elephant. She is my wife.” And it was the end of an almost perfect day. She thought of her beautiful daughters and her grandchildren. She counted on her fingers the number of times she had lied in the last […]