“For years, Averie’s life could be summed up by a simple set of whole numbers-15 years in school, 5 years living common law, 10 years at the same electronics firm, 6 years of marriage to Bruce. Now it’s fragments of fragments-a partial set of calculations at best. Until her father died she hadn’t wanted children and only thought of them as part of a vague future she hadn’t committed to yet.”
“I wrap my arms around my shoulders and rub. It is colder than a dead pre-school teacher’s cunt out here. I have been told to stand regally in front of the door, to respect the stature and tradition of the position, but I am not wearing a tall fuzzy hat and this ain’t London luv.”
Malkeet Kaur resides in Mumbai, India. Though she works as a teacher and passionately loves her profession, she writes poems too. Many of her poems have found places in various anthologies and online journals.
“I have a real treat for you today, a Chinese folk tale from the land of the dragon — written by a genuine fan of original folk lore.”
“He said he would be at the funeral. No point talking about flights and meeting him at the airport. He had a damn fine car, never had an accident in his life.”
Linda H.Heuring is an award-winning writer of character-driven short stories. She has given voice to teenage boys, retired school teachers, widows, New York artists, murderesses, men of size, and other diverse characters.
Linda H.Heuring is an award-winning writer of character-driven short stories.
Her first novel ‘The Light-Makers’ was named the Sunday Tribune’s Best New Irish Novel in 1992.
“OB arrived mid-semester carrying a ragged black guitar case with a BLAME GE sticker on the side, an overstuffed backpack, and a mesh onion bag full of hotel soaps.”
“Do I have your attention? Does anyone ever really have anyone’s attention? The shiny head of his engorged penis parts her soft pink lips ever so gently and she tightens her grip on the headboard.”