Short Stories

“Come in, Amara.” He gestured for me to step inside. The man did not look like a servant, but he

The sunny morning was a welcome respite after the cyclone rains. The roads were clear, almost. “Hiya! How are those

The smell of burnt rubber hung in the air. Sasha winced as a ten month old let out a wail

The moon rose high, a white pearl against the black sky studded with diamond stars. A ship sailed on the

I served the hundred and fifty-eighth coffee with a polite smile on my face. It was a poor decision to