Qué dolor que el planeta entero acabe violentamente justo a las siete de la mañana cuando todo el mundo se ha despertado y sale a trabajar. Qué lástima que las noticias apenas logren hablar de la inquietud anunciada mundialmente por expertos y autoridades y casi nadie en la calle les haga caso y nadie entienda […]

(traducido por David Bowles) Enterramos a los primeros con formalidad y reverencia. Ahora suena tonto, pero ¿qué podíamos hacer? Después de todo aún eran nuestros hijos. Hasta vestí bonita a mi Sarah para la ocasión; le puse su mejor ropa dominguera, un vestido amarillo de algodón que brillaba contra el marrón oscuro de su piel, […]

It hadn’t rained in close to seven weeks the night I met you. The rain-barrels were down to the last silty dregs, the skies stubborn in their pale blue clarity. I wasn’t even certain the car would start; it chugged to life on the third attempt, emitting a choked gurgle like a throat full of […]

There wasn’t much for us boys of that little fishing village to do but fish. Wake, fish, eat, fish, sleep, fish, rinse and repeat. It was one endless cycle of sea-worn canoes and heavy nets and stinking fish. But it was the life we were used to, and we were content with it; we knew […]

Lisa is in the passenger seat and we are somehow, inevitably, on our way to Leyford. She stabs the stop button on the tape deck, grinds her cigarette into my pristine ashtray and lets rip as the London streets become motorway. “What is it about music by dead guys? Why do we obsess about people […]

It was the prairie dogs’s own stupid fault. Can an animal kill itself? Trevor was pretty sure this one just had. Trevor could have been a hawk, or a dog off its leash, or even a car, and the prairie dog would be just as dead, and it would have been just as unintentional. Just […]

Peter wakes up in the darkness in an empty bed. He’s knocked the sheets off again, and he lies there naked, imagining that he has been prepared for surgery. He doesn’t know what they can do for him, but he needs someone to do something. But even in dream and imagination the doctors never come. […]

Growing up in Dieu-le-Sauveur, my friends and I told stories about ghosts—the Starving Man, the Sleeping Girl, and the House at the End of the Street. The summer I was twelve, I saw my first ghost for real. That was the summer my little brother Gen disappeared. The first official day of summer, the day […]