I needed one more person to agree to sell their house, and a large bonus would be mine after she moved out. Large equipment surrounded the town like giant monsters ready to devour their prey. Only one person stood in the way, and her name was Madison. She sold items alongside a lonely road. I approached her and looked at the small wooden figures that … Continue reading The Last Wolf

If you look from a side angle, Sunder Rajan’s moustache would be like a brush, it’s bristles dense and cut uniformly and its edges tapering. For his travel that day, he wore a maroon tee shirt with collar and pocket and brown trousers. At the first glance, many of his co-passengers in Chennai Express took him to be a police officer. He was lying down … Continue reading Sunder Rajan, 52

At dusk they lie on recliners in her tiny patch of outside space, drinking mai tais and watching planes approach Heathrow. Jim’s got one of those apps that tell him where they’re coming from and what type of plane they are, and he calls them out to Lizzie – a fat 380 from Doha, a Dreamliner from Dallas, a 350 from Jo’burg. Lizzie imagines the … Continue reading Watching the planes approach Heathrow