7.56 AM, Ted shouldn’t be going back to work so soon after Adele’s death. A cyclopean headlight swung round the bend.  No one on the platform looked up. ‘There’s only ever one person on it,’ she’d said, pointing at the red tube. Inside sat a distressed man. ‘7.56, every morning…Never stops.’ That was yesterday.  Grief […]

City of God

Before Roz knew it, she was in the land of Caipirinha’s carnival, mystery and the sultry golden rays of the sun. She had always wanted to see the Christo statue over the city of Rio. Somehow in a very distant corner of her mind, she believed that she had been here before, and she laughed […]

The Writing Piece*

Wandering around in cobblestone streets. Listening to people speaking a language you understand, but with an unusual accent. Smells and sounds that are strange. Music, a warm breeze, the sun high in the sky. Square houses along wide streets, with street art covering the wall all the way up to the top of the roof. […]

View from a Café* by Isaac Randel

I. It must be her son— the saucer between them disappearing and the urge to ask— no, she picks up the napkin instead, dabs at some crumbs and his newspaper wrinkles, as his eyes, obstinate, avoid hers.  It must be her son, all else is— again, the urge to ask, and what is this? his […]