A slight breeze drifts in through the open louvre blades in the windows facing the veranda, but still the living room is hot, almost as hot as it is outside. Why has Nana Nancy not turned the ceiling fan on? Doesn’t she feel the ...
Farzana is prickled by her own reflection. The way the bags creep under her eyes, resting there like grey pouches, powdery and soft as an ear lobe. Coarse white hairs coil through her loose black bun like cotton thread. The same shade ...
Mama packed a cooler filled with corned beef sandwiches and sweet tea for the ride. She also packed saltine crackers just in case Lizzie felt sick in her belly from the car. Mama said that crackers always helped sour belly because they ...
Janita had brought Oscar up to this clifftop before. He had just about come to her hips then, and he clung to the hem of her parka like a barnacle stuck to a rock. “Mummy I’m hungry,” he said over and over. They’d ...
“I love you like cooked food?” “No, I mean for real.” “I love you like a fat kid loves cake?” “Fine, forget it then,” Isa said, getting up from the couch in Jabari’s condo. If there were anything Isa didn’t like about him, it was ...