“Crime in our town has gone up for the seventh straight month.  Police are at a loss for the reason.  They are warning all citizens to be on their guard.”
“Hopefully, not too much on their guard,” Zico said with a chuckle.  He turned off the radio as he sat near the door, chatting away with the person opposite to him.  His eyes were trained on the counter as he watched the party coming to an end and the last few inebriates waltzing across the floor. Throwing a glance towards the …

This short story has be selected to be published in a review magazine.
On request of the writer John J. White we have removed the short story – Grackle Trap.
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Business hours were strenuous and as it was almost the end of that year, work was in full force. There was no time to think, breath and least…. sleep. Every person who belonged to that organization was working difficult hours and Parag was one of them. He was the senior head of sales, so his work usually had no official working hours, whatsoever. Days or even during nights…. he had to work! Something about him – his ever present smile – indicated that he loved what he did and the …

Mumbai – Room No. 407. It belonged to a person named Varun Banerjee. Unlike all the other residents of that high rise residency apartment, this room, situated on the fourth floor, had only a single occupant. Varun stayed alone. He had a family, which stayed back in Delhi when he left for Mumbai. Except for the office that he was going to work at and the two people who worked there; he practically knew no-one in this big city.
The time when he decided to move to a newer city, he …

I watched her walking ahead of me, I’d just come off shift. I knew where she worked, and I knew where she lived. I had been inside her flat; picking the lock had been child’s play — I’m a locksmith by trade.
She was on her way to meet her snotty boyfriend and I decided to wait until she came home, she never let him any further than the front door, she was a teaser, the sort that takes your money and gives nothing in return.
I turned to Walter, my companion, …

She woke up with some of the others to the sound of insistent knocks on the sides of the trucks. After a while, the door slid back with a bump, causing some of the children to call out in fright. Everyone’s gaze turned to the sun’s rays streaming in, warming the air slightly in the unusual silence.
Ellen Kaempfer, a 45-year-old Jewess from Hamburg, stood up and looked to her older sister Betty. She pulled her to her feet and helped her pick up the little boy she had taken into …

I still miss her. She’s been gone a long time now. I miss her silly grin, her soulful eyes, the way she looked at me, asking for approval, the – “Did I do that right, were you impressed?” – sort of look, while holding out her paw for confirmation, the way sheepdogs do.
We used to run and play together when I was a kid, chasing after the sheep and dodging the Alpacas until Mum called us in.
The day came when I had to leave the farm to study at Cambridge. …

The day started off with my usual Aerobics class which I conduct in my house, and cooking and another set of Rope jumping for 30 minutes for my self, accompanied with some weight training and stretches. Husband says lets go pick up the curtains for our bedroom, (we have just moved into our new house) and we leave, finish shopping , have lunch in the house and after clearing up, I lie down to rest, for it is the month of February, very hot.
I doze off, and get up to …

Violet was super excited. She would finally be 21 years of age – a young woman in her own right. Not a kid any longer! How long had she waited for this just as she was waiting for something else….a dear person to profess his love for her. Her parents had left for the day so that Violet could usher in her birthday with her close friends at home. As a young woman now, she wanted to have her own party, sans parents. However, she planned to have her birthday …