Lily builds mazes in her dreams.
Category Archive: Short Stories
In the crowded Kamalapur Railway Station, Arunima could be found wearing heavy make-up and gaudy salwar kameez.
we started at this pond in rockcliffe.
Silk. She had saved for months to afford it. Sheer gold.
The sky was hung with pink the day I sent everyone away.
I left Los Angeles early in the afternoon of a cloudy Thursday after surfing the morning in Santa Monica.
Turning over in bed, Jeri-Lynne felt an ache and a grief so deep that she clutched her pillow reflexively.
Before I start typing, on this crisp Corona-filled April morning, I need to draw some warmth into my hands.
I watched her fall the first time.
The sight of my late father sitting at the water’s edge filled me with dread.
