[ad_1] A storm’s coming. All airships, hot-air balloons and hang gliders have been grounded for an hour. The sky is a dark grey, bubbling with threat and chaos. The winds are swirling, slow and steady. Ready to strike at any...
[ad_1] The Commonwealth Short Story Prize is awarded annually for the best piece of unpublished short fiction from any of the Commonwealth’s 56 Member States. Regional winners (Africa, Asia, Canada and Europe, Caribbean, and Pacific) each receive £2,500 and the...
[ad_1] “At least your ma can read the newspaper!” We were at school when my friend said this to me one day, after visiting our house and seeing my mother going through the paper. It was true that most of...
[ad_1] It was quite early in the morning, but Krishna’s first thoughts were about Iqbal, his barber. Though his wife was nagging him, he left the house and walked to the salon like there was no time to lose. The...