by Usman T. Malik | Feb 28, 2016 | Fiction
I was thirteen when I dissected my first corpse. It was a fetid, soggy teenager Baba dragged home from Clifton Beach and threw in the shed. The ceiling leaked in places, so he told me to drape the dead boy with tarpaulin so the monsoon water wouldn’t get at him....
by Dilman Dila | Feb 28, 2016 | Fiction
The flight over the jungle dragged up memories he thought were buried forever, mostly of coldness, of his fingers getting so numb that he could not feel them, and of his dead brother. The memory sent a jolt through his skull, as if a bullet had gone in between his...
