Guillermo Samperio The Ghost

Anita Desai The Farewell Party   Before the party she had made a list, faintheartedly, and marked off the items as they were dealt with,...

Luis Felipe Lomelí The Migrant —Have you forgotten something? —I wish!

Colette The Little One A smell of crushed grass hangs over the unmown lawn, where the lush new blades lie trodden in all directions by...

Saul Bellow The Old System It was a thoughtful day for Dr. Braun. Winter. Saturday. The short end of December. He was alone in his...

Helena Maria Viramontes Growing   The two walked down First Street hand in reluctant hand. The smaller one wore a thick, red sweater...

Jonathan Coe   Leiden   ‘Have you ever been to Leiden in the winter?’ he said. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever see anything as beautiful as that...

Madison Smartt Bell Barking Man   A gracious day of early spring began it. The weather was kind, soft, annealing, and the animals were...

Rick Norwood The Abraham Lincoln Murder Case “Straight out of Kohn Jeats.” Abraham Lincoln murdered! By a woman! The news flashed to...

João Ubaldo Ribeiro It Was a Different Day When They Killed the Pig When they killed the pig it was a different day because long before...

Paul Cornell The Hopes and Fears of All the Years The boy's name was Tom Wake, and he was nine years old. And perhaps because the year ...

Phyllis Bottome Shark's Fin   Dorothy Layton stared at the retreating head of her young husband with incredulous eyes. Was it really Jo...

Teffi A Radiant Easter   Like a torch, they passed the good news one to another, and, as if from a torch, each lit from it his own flame....

Teffi The Corsican   The interrogation had been dragging on, and the police officer felt exhausted; he declared a break and went off to...

Takeshi Umehara Lazybones Tarō,   In the village of Atarashi in the Chikuma region of Shinano province, there lived a man called...

Lu Xun Nostalgia   A green parasol tree, around thirty feet high, towered outside the gate to the family home, every year hanging heavy...

Irène Némirovsky The Spectator (Le spectateur) Translated by Bridget Patterson They had eaten well. The creaminess of the quenelles...

Sylvia Lynd Exile Across the crowded teashop he was aware of two eyes watching him, large dark eyes that wee brilliant with excitement....

Luigi Pirandello Lost and Found I Crickets trilled all through the calm September evening along the narrow beach cluttered with heaps of...

Horacio Quiroga The Dead Man Translated by Margaret Sayers Peden With his machete the man had just finished clearing the fifth lane of...