PRINCESS – A SHORT STORY BY LEELA SOMA
He lusted after her from the first moment their eyes locked. She looked young and vulnerable; her baby blue eyes in that innocent, cherubic face set his heart thumping. On her first visit… Continue reading
He lusted after her from the first moment their eyes locked. She looked young and vulnerable; her baby blue eyes in that innocent, cherubic face set his heart thumping. On her first visit… Continue reading →
He’d been walking for a long time, from one end of the world to the other end. Starting as an old worn-out self, ending up as a mere handful of sand. But still,… Continue reading →
That word, ‘Heimweh.’ He’s at a talk by an author in the basement of a local bookshop. He walked in late and was ushered to an empty seat in the front row by… Continue reading →
“You’re in for it, son,” they told me. “Tonight, you’re fighting a bear.” I’ve never been good for picking up on a joke, so I asked them again. They said they were serious.… Continue reading →
A tall fella is shouting, face contorted in a sneer, towering over a lass who doesn’t answer. His finger wags and points, inches from her face. She doesn’t move. The engine whines, I… Continue reading →
These are the seventeen days and we have been told to count them. I bow my head and notice only the steady drone of engines. I clasp my hands together in front of… Continue reading →
It is unlikely the true reason why many of the carousels of Paris turned feral and left the City of Lights for dimmer locales will ever be known. Notoriously, they are the most… Continue reading →
“Get up, there’s a joab oan!” “Fuck up, let me sleep!” “Sleep!? Yuv bin sleepin aw fuckin day. An am sposed tae be the deed yin?” “Aye, that’s right, ye are, so hows… Continue reading →
It happened in Chennai in 2015. What was a young lad, Alan Brodie, from Elgin doing in Chennai, India? You might well ask! My journey began months earlier, with a dream of a… Continue reading →
This is the end, my friend. Jim Morrison Only when he writes ‘I’ does he become ‘I’ so he’s… Continue reading →