Stories

I wish I had amnesia so I could forget Sally Burry. We were at school together, Sally and I, in…

Standing in the shade of a lime tree on a hot dusty afternoon, the boy waited for the bell to…

During their eight-year insurgency in north-east Nigeria, Boko Haram has kidnapped thousands of girls and women from their homes.

And now they say you dead. That your body did wash up at Hot Pot in the middle of the…

Hyacinth Ike planned to die on a Friday because it felt right that he complete his life on a day…

The twisted root of my heart is sprouting fern, uncoiling; palms opening in surrender.

When did we forget? Living side by side, Languages, religions, cultures. Layered. Shared.

In the summer of 2014 a panel discussion titled “Partitioned Voices, Divided Tongues?” held in Delhi, invited the panellists to…

The rain pelts down like shattered glass on the sidewalk. Newspapers and oiled brown sheets swirl across the cooling bricks,…

Every day someone is standing on the edge. Today it happens to be me. I feel as bare as open…

Maulvi Mohammed strode barefoot across the green-carpeted plain of the prayer hall like a holy warrior in the field of…

I was living on Long Island, New York when Hurricane Donna came through in 1960. I was a kid, how…

It all start when Granddaddy say he not giving me a dollar to buy a pack of corn curls, so…

Remember that summer when edges went? The whole night became concentrated darkness.

'The Sweet Sop' won the overall 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize, and the regional prize for the Caribbean.   If…

The first time I heard Jayanthi Kuru-Utumpala speak about climbing Mount Everest (Sagarmatha or Chomolungma), it was to a small…