A Shortcut to Paradise

After his wife had left to take the children to school, Ernest Fabià sat down in his pyjamas at the formica kitchen table where they had eaten breakfast and… More

September Fata Morgana

Our storydangles in the air in the nightsister for you do not end it its silken thread holds our life invisibly in the dark he who cuts itneeds not… More

Silver Sparrow

My father, James Witherspoon, is a bigamist. He was already married ten years when he first clamped eyes on my mother. In 1968, she was working at the gift-wrap… More

Day of Oprichnik

Always the same dream:I’m walking across an endless field, a Russian field. Ahead, beyond the receding horizon, I spy a white stallion; I walk toward him, I sense that… More