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Man at Work by Marijke Hillmann
The acrid smells of cigarette butts and stale beer hover above the music blaring from the jukebox and the noisy banter on an early afternoon in the Windhoek pub.
The Merger by Laura Goodchild
The initial paperwork was signed a year to the day after they met. This was seen as proper protocol. Both parties were far from satisfied with the partnership but the merger went ahead anyway, they both had something to gain after all
Bootlegs by Adam Daniel
We told our parents we were going fishing. My brother stuffed contraband down one of his bootlegs, and we set out for the creek in the woods behind our house.
Nothing good ever came from those boots. He wore them black and with a pointed toe.
First Date by John Faugno
He was attractive in a rugged, older sort of way. I think I heard someone say he was twenty-six. I wore my cutest red top the next day, the one that shows off my chest without being slutty.
What The Murderer Had Left by Bahri Gordebak
It was nearly evening when a young albino came to the caf? that I was in and sat down at one of the tables.
The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann
The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann
On Layers by Ron Singer
A Fool’s Game by Michael Karpienski
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Divided By Shannon Eden
The pain comes suddenly. It spears the underside of her swollen stomach and ripples outward in shock waves that rock her to her knees, months too soon in its arrival for the welcome to be a warm one.
Carmel Girl by Julie Quiroz
The doctor was surprised. Looking up from his clipboard, he watched a girl rise from her waiting room chair, the arm of a seated boy gently guiding her as she stood. Without looking at the intake form, the doctor guessed they were fifteen or sixteen
He Wanders Lonely by Frank Joussen
?Cloud? isn?t his real name, of course. It is ?Claude?. But his new classmates in idyllic Chester have never met a French exchange student before and got him wrong. They have never bothered giving it another thought. They are sure that his name is ?Cloud?, but that doesn?t mean you should ridicule him for it; he is a Frenchman after all.
The Taste of 3 A.M. by Mercel Meyers
In the short story, The Taste of 3 A.M. by Mercel Meyers, the good the bad comes back around.
Broken Windows by Marijke Hillmann
Broken Windows by Marijke Hillmann It is lunch time in a Johannesburg factory. Kagiso, Gift and Tau are leaning against a wall in the scorching midday sun. Gift looks at a young woman leaving the building. “Who is she?” he asks. Shifting the blade of grass he is chewing on, Kagiso replies: “She…