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story: “White Rain” author: Helen McClory year: 2018 where: outside still, Abu Dhabi note: another gem from w i g l e a f a line: “In text she was that way; overeager, pressing. I had withdrawn. She pushed back, then lashed out. Then a spattering of texts and incidental photographs that were obviously sent out in … Continue reading 300 short stories:: story 165


300 short stories:: story 164

story: “The Great Wall of China” author: Kafka year: published 1931, written 1917 where: outside, nice autumn weather in the Dhabs note: a story about nation-building, oh brilliant brilliant Kafka a line: “In this respect of course our own age had a great advantage over that long-past one; almost every educated contemporary was a mason by profession … Continue reading 300 short stories:: story 164

300 short stories:: story 163

story: “Now That the Circus Has Shut Down, the Human Cannonball Looks for Work” author: Meghan Phillips year: 2018 where: 我的办公室 (again) note: This short short story has the punch at the end like contemporary English poetry. Maybe it has something to do with its length too; though it would not be mistaken for a prose poem. … Continue reading 300 short stories:: story 163

300 short stories:: story 162

story: "Here Comes the Sun" author: Yeo Wei Wei year: 2017 where: 我的办公室 note: Reminds me of Rachel Heng's "Vegetarian" from Prairie Schooner a line: “Before the mynah, other birds, insects and small animals visited the room. Butterflies, moths, dragonflies – they flitted in and out, resting on the bright pink curtains or on the rim of the … Continue reading 300 short stories:: story 162

300 short stories:: story 162

story: Love Machine author: Samantha Hunt year: 2017 where: home physically, but mentally with The Man Who Fell to Earth note: George Saunders, Ovid, and Dostoevsky would have a party in this story a line: “'Machines,' he continues, 'have one of only two choices. Either they are run by humans or else they run themselves. And the way … Continue reading 300 short stories:: story 162