We were driving back home, late at night. The radio played a song about…
She was like a memory just clear enough to recall but too foggy to make out. Like a fever dream on a hot summer night. A shadow that kept…
“You Have Bad Timing.”
My very existence rested on each text message, I was officially infatuated. I had no concept of cool, or…
When I tried to brush my toddler’s teeth this morning, he responded by headbutting me on the temple…
Armaan parked the car and stepped out of it. He took out the wine bottle which was her favourite flavour. As he started…
Aarti looked down from the balcony of her room. The fallen petals covered the walkway, branches bowing to the wind and birds…
a short story and artwork by Ernio Hernandez