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FICTION

Dad and the Blue Beetle – Drew Barth

She was right. I knew she was right, but that was the gift he’d lauded for decades whenever someone came to the house. I wanted to keep it, maybe display the comic as Dad had before, and pass it down to my kids eventually. But neither of us had kids, just a funeral bill...

The Scaly People – Modhura Banerjee

The Scaly People - A Graphic Fiction on the plights of migrant workers during Indian lockdown...

Pause – Deb Bandyopadhyay

I cracked, I shatteredan warm slice of litterpinched trough the cavernsrested time in a jaryes, I heard it fracture Lights from distant towerpierce like a wavy painrhythmic vicissitudesmillion senses of puncturesolitude in a chain Frozen light curved the needlesfrozen…...

Pendulum – Jayanta Dey

The shopkeeper shut his open eye this time. I knew he was watching me through the magnifier lens attached to his eyepiece.Β  I felt quite uncomfortable, like I was a damaged clock. He was unscrewing all the nuts and bolts of my body, turning them over and over. Behind the eyepiece, his eye narrowed. It...

Three Stories – Lynne Knight

She took to riding one bus after another. Often she was surprised when someone offered her a seat, and then she remembered: she was an old woman. She had methods of looking at herself in the mirror that kept her from being too aware of this...

Bad Times for Mir Azim – Selina Hossain

A feeling of outrage was growing inside. It was getting bigger and bigger till it clamped his entire chest. It was a terrible pain. This pain hid among his personal matters only to come out and claw him time and again...

Dead Zones -Mia Lecomte

The sky-blue stuffed cockerel crows at your every awakening...

Vision – Β Anisuzzaman

What remains of your eyes after 25 years of clerkship? Poor eye sight has been a constant companion since seventh grade when eyeglasses became a part of his existence...

The River Naf – Sebanti Ghosh

Condensed muddy water on the path, or brick colored and jelly like dense gatherings of ants on grasses would create chaos if somehow touching even a finger! Leeches were not around in the salty weather. How about snakes!...