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The sick stallion

by Zdravka Evtimova

[ october 03 ]

At the time I will tell you about, Ilaryon had not yet become the head of the veterinarian clinic in the town of Pernik. I saw him many times going for leisurely strolls - a strapping twenty-three-year-old with a thin moustache and black smiling eyes. Whenever he took our street and stopped by our house, he told me about what was happening in the world, along the Bulgarian Black Sea coast and in the big Bulgarian cities like Sofia. He was tall and slim and ran like a blizzard, so strong were his legs, but above all he was very good at curing sick animals.

Coffee

by Martin Fisher

[ october 03 ]

"They had been close for years, almost forever, it seemed. He was handsome, brilliant, generous considerate, destined for success and gay. She knew his tastes and all of his habits. But, such confidence in one's knowledge about someone else can easily be jarred by a very small and seemingly banal discovery that in a second will deconstruct your entire established perception of that friend and leave you totally unnerved."

Pretty face

by Zdravka Evtimova

[ october 03 ]

"I hoped that everything would turn out all right, the baby would be born healthy and normal and would start whining like a little puppy. I hoped it would be a boy and I would have the chance of glancing at its tiny purple face before the nurses wrapped him in clean white swaddling clothes. Usually, doctors discharged me from hospital three days after delivery."

A Man on a horse on a rock in the park

by Beth Stiller

[ october 03 ]

"'Jen...' Brent wanted to tell her he was lonely in his air-conditioned command and control condo, packed with dogs and electronic toys, but Jennifer had already hung up. He gazed at the plasma screens. He pet the dog. Plasmas show no reflection. The words never came."

The old car

by Zdravka Evtimova

[ september 03 ]

"The villagers pushed our Gypsy camp to the very outskirts of the village. Some of them complained that my dad had pilfered eggs from their hencoops, and had stolen hens and chickens as well. It was quite true he was wicked and crabby, and the whole settlement was sick and tired of us, and men shouted at him 'Deuce take you!'"

People tell me things

by David Finkle

[ september 03 ]

"People tell me things. I guess they think I'm a good listener. Or understanding. Or compassionate. Or discreet - though my writing what you're about to read gives the lie to this apprehension."

Boomtown Roosky sing this song

by Tom Bradley

[ july 03 ]

"A Hiroshima city bus, marked RADIATION EFFECTS RESEARCH FOUNDATION in both Japanese and English, worms its way in low gear, sliding up inside acid rain-ravaged bamboo groves on a dank mountain that blots the sunrise from Ground Zero every morning: a sinister peak of pre-rational alchemy plunked down, among rumors of genetic engineering run amok, at the edge of a necessarily modern metropolis."

Your turn

by Beth Stiller

[ july 03 ]

"Will and Leah made up their own rules. First, meeting was a secret. Neither could tell anyone about the cabin, the game or each other for 20 years. The fee to visit the cabin was a good deed or a truth told. It was Will's turn."