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The Foredoom Of Moribu Kenda – A Short Story by Amran Gaye

In the 40th year of his life Moribu Kenda stopped dreaming about objects and started dreaming about people. He dreamt he saw a man, who came to him in a cave and told him to read from a book. He was greatly troubled by this dream because – as he explained...

And I Alone Am Left to Protect Thee…A Short Story by Amran Gaye

“There are two Kumbas, one with a mother, and one without a mother”, grandma says, playing with my hair.   “How can someone not have a mother, grandma?”, I ask, lifting my head from her lap to look at her.   “When their...

What To Do When You Meet A Girl In Traffic, Crying – A Short Story by Amran Gaye

She was making dinner when they made the announcement on TV.  She looked up from mashing potatoes – they had just finished showing details of the President’s latest trip abroad – and there was the picture, filling the screen, the protruding...