Fiction

They slipped him in during the night. We all woke up in the morning to find him there, in a sitting position, occupying the bed beside the man who screamed God’s names each day they changed wound dressings. My first thought on seeing him sitting there, shirtless, his torso rising and falling heavily in an […]

Translated by Cliff E. Landers          If you think this story is going to end unhappily for me, you’re badly mistaken. Fortunately, I’m the narrator.          Envy is shit. I think it was in Brazil that I first saw that phrase, written on the windshield of a car on one of my many visits there. […]