Category: Fiction

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Again, she is late and again, her husband sighs.

Everything I Have is Yours

You could call my dad a lot of things, but he wasn’t troubled. It’s other people who were troubled by him, especially Mr. Banayat.


The old woman hears the sound from her bedroom and her heart drops.


There are too many trees, there’s too much green and I haven’t had coffee in 5 hours.


He remembers the tears in his mother’s eyes when he tossed her rosary aside.