Category: Short Stories

  • Hiṃsā…by G. Mramor

    Hiṃsā…by G. Mramor

    They stood on the busy corner. The crowd dispersed when the light went red. Some who had crossed the street entered the station next to the boys and others passed by them into the big window stores. The boys did not speak, they stood there looking across the street. They wore blue emblemed blazers and…

  • Bandha, part 3: Sunday…by G. Mramor

    Bandha, part 3: Sunday…by G. Mramor

    He sits where the old man once stood. The stars dim. The moon slouches toward the ocean. The blue massif fades away. The night is full. What ghost have you created to fight? What end have you created to distract? What path have you created to walk? Who is the rock who is the mountain…

  • Bandha, part 2: Saturday…by G. Mramor

    Bandha, part 2: Saturday…by G. Mramor

    He awakens. Snow banks up against him, slightly closing him in. He can see through a sliver that it is morning. He rolls deeper into the cave and gets out of the sleeping bag quickly because of the putrid smell and he crawls to the entrance and punches his way out. The trees are all weighed…

  • Bandha, part 1: Friday…by G. Mramor

    Bandha, part 1: Friday…by G. Mramor

    He looks down at him. His face, pale and sharp, empties and he sees another boy never come home. ‘You sure you want to get off here? Expectin’ a bad storm this weekend.’ He smiles. ‘Yea, this is my stop. Thanks.’ He alights the bus. ‘Fine. Go on ahead.’ He slams the bus doors and…