A girl stands next to her father, holding a spinning compass in a dark tunnel.
She spots a light ahead and points to it. They move toward it, slow, uncertain.
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Madame Leung-Kett and her seven-year-old granddaughter, Blanche, were sitting at the dining table stuffing brand new money into red lai-see packets. ‘Chinese New Year bleeds me dry. Unmarried people make a …
At midnight, Zhou-Nan lay motionless on the cold cement floor. He couldn’t move. Even the slightest shift sent sharp pains coursing through his battered body. Blood seeped from his wounds. …
Hello? Can you still hear me? You said you wanted to know why your family left you in New York. Are you calling from there now? I’m sorry, these old …
Eating bitter, Siu-Ling reminds herself, is the one true path to greater glory. Or so the ruddy-faced nuns at Sacred Heart tell her.
Repeatedly.
The strangest thing about coming back home for Melani was the dizzy spells that had come and gone ever since she stepped into her childhood home. At first she thought …
I awaken to the sound of him in the den stubbing his toe on my piano, swearing. He can never sneak around while I sleep. I lie silent, listening to …
I knew him only as “Sarge.” He answered to that moniker because he was a sergeant in the Thibeault Falls police force, and, I learned much later, a sergeant in …
I remember the first days in Rome-sur-le-lac when we shared a medium-sized barge with two other families on the outskirts of the floating city. Our lone beaten-down door looked out …
Hiruni measured the people on the train by how likely they would be to forgive her. She took inventory: a trio of high schoolers, very loudly discussing their hate of …
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