Hans Limax
One summer, when I told Aron that I needed a diversion, a refuge to sit alone for a few weeks and put my mind and papers together without access to technology, he provided me a solution so fast that he… Continue Reading
Short Story
Call Me Robert
„Call me Robert. For what little time we have left to spend together, it will suffice.” The astronaut crawled toward the edge of the makeshift shelter in the cave. His broken leg prevented him from properly setting up the rescue… Continue Reading
The House Without Books
At first, I thought I was imagining things. I’d froze, listening to the silence in the dead of the night, then the muffled rasping was heard again, and this time I saw the door handle move. I shot upright; while… Continue Reading
Cursed Night!
„Come on, Zambilica, come on girl…Don’t break down on me, not here!” The foot of the salesman pumped the gas pedal. The engine protested, grumbling as though ready to draw its last breath. Constantin remembered his father more than thirty… Continue Reading
The Old Lady
I secured the last pipe and wiped the oil from my hands when a car careened into the garage, stopping right in the middle of it, wheels skidding. A convertible silver Porsche. I had a rough day; I felt it… Continue Reading
The Blob
When I noticed it for the first time, it was only a swelling on the right cheek. I didn’t make too much of it. And I think it didn’t matter too much for her, either. After all, it was nothing… Continue Reading
A Silent Movie
After pulling aside the grill with a fire iron, I stirred up the embers in the oven. I took a swig of brandy, fed another piece of wood into the fire and looked at my nephew, Alexe, who stood there… Continue Reading
Bottles of Wine
The police officer straightened the camera toward the pale face of the interrogatee. „Good. Now, I want you to repeat what you said when we picked you up.” He pressed a tiny button and the camera made a short sound.… Continue Reading
Seeing Cortazar
I came because I gave in to your persistence; those kind of parties don’t humor me and, honestly, I hadn’t thought until recently that such a mess and such a hubbub of souls gathered under the same roof are even… Continue Reading
The Blade Masters
The pain hit Spinner everywhere at once when he came back online. He ran a quick diagnosis on what still worked in his system and winced. Or tried to. He was still losing blood through two major wounds in his… Continue Reading