Lament of the Lovelorn Cook
I never meant to fall in love with the daughter of my employers. And they, during their trial, said they…
Stories
The Texture of Joy
The first time I heard about Justine ‘Sankofa’ Ankai-Macaidoo, a friend of mine had just returned from performing in Salvador…
Banksy and Me
I wasn’t looking for a treasure on the beach that day; I was just throwing stones at some old tin…
Old Honey
Iqbal walked along the river in the fading evening light. He didn’t stand out as much, and he liked the…
The Infant Odysseus
‘Oh for Christ’s sake!’ Stuart smacks his hooter as if it is the black padded steering wheel that has enraged…
On All Our Different Islands
It’s shaped like an oblong scone, and the golden brown colour of something that has been made from flour and…
Lance’s Last Stand
Jarret Weer talks with restrained nostalgia about the changes the city has seen as we drive through Yeoville and Hillbrow.…
Jubilee
Out of the corner of his squinty eye, Faisal notices the blue Atos pulling up to number 48 West Street.…
In and Out the Dusty Window
Samson Street was a dead end. But it came alive the day of Tantie Lucy’s Thanksgiving service for Saxxy.
Flying Lessons
My mother dreams of a difficult journey the night before she gives birth to me. She rarely dreams. She thinks…
العاصمة
لم يكن كأي صباح أخر، عندما فتحت عيني بدا كل شيء محاطاً بلونٍ ذهبيٍ و رائحة الصباح التي تحملها نسمات…
الفستان
هذه ليست المرة الأولى التي تقف فيها متسمِّرة أمام واجهة هذا المحل متأمِّلة الفستان نفسه. لكن ما يختلف هذه المرة…
The Capital
In the pitch dark of the kitchen, Jaber’s mother searched for matches. She opened a drawer and emptied its contents…
The Dress
This was not the first time she’d stood in front of the shop window gazing at the dress. What made…
السيدة سوزان
فكرة القصة مستوحاة من لوحة "القارءة" للفنان الألماني جيرهارد ريختر انتقلت إلى العاصمة الألمانية برلين، بعد انتظارٍ دام ستة أشهر…
Madame Suzanne
After waiting six months in Bremen in northwest Germany for a temporary residency permit, I moved to Berlin. I was…