Fiction

Ch. A novel Chapter 3 After the battle A feathered demon! I haven’t taken a step out of the theatre since the day I entered it and so you should understand that my recollection of things, settled at the bottom of my memory, after my passing glance at the building into which I had stepped […]

Homesick When I awoke in the morning the motel ghosts had already hidden, fallen away like the sands of time. I wanted to run from the place as fast as I could. We didn’t stop in the small town, but carried on towards the Fort Bourke Hill lookout. From the platform, you could see all

The Moose on the Road Ilma first thought it was brains: a steaming bloody mass on the asphalt, the road gleaming as if coated in oil. The temperature had dropped below freezing and the road surface was growing a dangerously slick slime. It all happened in a matter of seconds. One moment she realized it

*** When I saw the pink ceiling of my studio for the first time, I didn’t like it. But I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to ruin the mood of the Assistant Director. At that moment, I thought it would be better if the color had been… even, well, turquoise. Or blue. I have

I Even though you may have won the municipal elections, it didn’t guarantee you an easy political start. The minute you suggested the implementation of unemployment reform to the Council, you were immediately met with harsh opposition. Is the reality more complicated than you imagined? I don’t understand what you’re saying. The real and the

ECHO           (an excerpt)   …That August I would go out into the city with no expectations at all. I roamed around it as though I were saying farewell for all time. In the evenings you no longer had to hunt for a space on the lower banks of the Seine; after

KAOLIN For Kristina G., a story about another Kristina. Only the names are the same. We imagine the people who lived at the turn of the last century as naive. This idea has been suggested in old films where the people walk around making strange movements, leap comically, and waddle about. It would be a

Inside For five years, five hundred Norwegians took turns digging, until they finally joined several lakes together to form the Telemark canal, a thoroughfare over a hundred kilometres long for tourist boats and cargo ships. Lars Madsen grew up in Lunde, one of the small towns along the waterway. He lived with his parents in

Beauty is Painful, Beauty is Evil 1929 I. “Would you like to see the catalog?” asked the tattoo artist, Joseph Hildebrandt. “I would,” said Walter. “Hilda, take off your clothes and come over here,” said the tattoo artist. Only a curtain separated the rooms, so there was no need to raise one’s voice. Probably, the

the unarmed We’ve been hanging around for a good three hours on the crumbled supermarket loading dock dotted with old stains. Nearby, beyond the dusty shrubs, the town sweltered in the summer forenoon heat. When the determination of our trio to load whatever needs to be loaded was finally dying out, when we were running