Issue 24

It was through three mists and three mistakes that Alex saw Eli for the first time.   (more...)

He was shuffling among the Christmas tree vendors in the Lehel Square Market.   (more...)

The drawer was stuffed. When he tugged at the wooden knob, a fluff of velvet and satin bulged out.   (more...)

One loves, the other is loved: so Nana taught us.   (more...)

Once upon a time in Bukovina. A fairytale name, like a literary invention, there's no point searching for it on a map...   (more...)

In the month when we increase our joy, that time of melting snows, ruined roads and much mud, the Children of Israel...   (more...)

When I was growing up, few things worried me more than the state of my father’s back.   (more...)

“Here I go again, my love, saying that you haven’t changed. Not one little bit.   (more...)

The first thing he got to know was her milky hand: white, slender, soft as velvet.   (more...)

All the stories say the same thing: Don’t. Don’t eat the food, no matter how tasty it looks or how hungry you are...   (more...)

Putting on his overshoes and about to begin his working day, Leonard Vogel heard his wife call from the next room   (more...)

Mama bought me a beautiful necklace on my sixth birthday. “This is a special present.” She held up crystal beads that sparkled...   (more...)

Nina dropped her fork back onto her plate. “Are we done yet?” “It's time to fill Elijah’s cup,” Mom said.   (more...)

The waitress has dark rings under her eyes, barely concealed by flaking make-up.   (more...)

At night that summer the sounds of the piano, especially the low notes, rang out, sonorous, in the dark.   (more...)

Leaving the candidate’s file on the mahogany desk, in his study at home, was the first thing that Moss Erlich fumbled that day.   (more...)