a short story about astronomy & loss On his deathbed, my boyfriend started writing a dissertation. Something about dark matter and complex equations and the fate of the universe. ‘This is all I have left to give,’ was his response to my query about a will. It’s not that I…

This story is a historical narrative based on the 1984 Sikh genocide. It is told from two perspectives — the events during the genocide are in the present tense and the build-up is in the past tense. …

The Crimson Train June The year the war ended, I was carefully constructed by gentle hands. In an underground London factory I had my silicone skin glossed, my shiny hair plaited, my wooden lips painted crimson. …

9/12/01 7:05 AM The sky was overcast, not even a sliver of sunlight passing through the thick California clouds. He opened the window, hoping to feel some of the heat he used to be so accustomed to. No such luck. The man turned around silently, trying to keep his footsteps…