Fiction – Issue 4

Karl finally arrives home. With him in the car is his mother, she sits in the passenger seat as he rolls down the driveway . . .

She needs not to hear the name, the mother whose child has died on the ferryboat . . .

I knew the dog was blind because while combing the shop I nearly tripped over the scrawny, scruffy Pomeranian—which didn’t pompom the way those dogs are supposed to . . .

Just before the Avenue of Eternal Peace stand the snow white headquarters of the China Women’s Organization . . .