Fiction

Hirut hears Aster shouting her name, calling for her in a voice threatening to break from strain. Hirut looks up from the slow burning fire she is tending in a corner of the courtyard. She is hunched into a stool,…Read more

Grand Union
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Grand Union

Zadie Smith

We’re submerged, all of us. You, me, the children, our friends, their children, everybody else. Sometimes we get out: for lunch, to read or to tan, never for very long. Then we all climb back into the metaphor. The Lazy…Read more

Cilka stares at the soldier standing in front of her, part of the army that has entered the camp. He is saying something in Russian, then German. The soldier towers over the eighteen-year-old girl. “Du bist frei.” You are free.…Read more

Five streets to the north, a white-haired eighteen-year-old German private named Werner Pfennig wakes to a faint staccato hum. Little more than a purr. Flies tapping at a far-off windowpane.  Where is he? The sweet, slightly chemical scent of gun…Read more

After their first lunch together on the day they met, Vera and Bea ate together nearly every afternoon. At first, Vera had alternated between her usual lunch crowd and Bea. Once, she invited Bea to eat with her group, but…Read more

If they were coming, this was the night. The pears had stayed yellow and hard for so long that Bea had started to despair, but they were finally ready to pick. The moon was a quarter full. The afternoon’s wind…Read more

Three locals were sitting on the wide wooden porch, on a green park bench, to the right of the bar’s front door. An overhead fluorescent light buzzed like a dentist’s drill but didn’t seem to bother them much. All three of…Read more

I had come to Abbott seven years before. Teaching English there was my first job, right out of college. I’d driven out to my interview, two hours from Cambridge, in a haze of unreality and anxiety; I was still in…Read more

All Our Names
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All Our Names

Dinaw Mengestu

Every aspiring militant, radical, and would-be revolutionary in Eastern and Central Africa was drawn to the university back then. They started coming shortly after the president took power and claimed the country was the first African socialist republic—“a beacon of…Read more