He carried his leather briefcase as always. It was the one we bought for Father’s Day and the only one he would ever own. The post Collateral Damage appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

Kill or be killed here in this foreign land, he fires at the first silhouette he spies through the sights of his Kalashnikov. The post Column Five appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

I don’t know how this happened; I woke up and found myself like this. I have only just now begun to devote thought to why I am in this state really. My initial waking thoughts were prostrate and bowed to the immense pain of cracking open my oophorm eyes. The post White Guilt appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

She drew their faces in greater detail on the opposite page, as if she had severed and separated their heads. The post Minha appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

Please enter into the simulator and prepare for the memory reconstruction workflow. Sofia’s humanoid voice rippled through her mind. She stole a glance at the.. The post Free Will appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

What if they did hear me far away, in France, India, or China? What if they ran around yelling, “Who is making that noise? Where is it coming from? What is it?” Maybe they would think it was an animal and set traps, or the radio and look for a different station. The post Sounding appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

The third time he put on the shirt he didn’t look in the mirror at all, and that almost made it okay, except that he knew that if he looked in the mirror, he would see his frizzy hair and his pasty skin turned blotchy... The post Just a Shirt appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

I’m tempted to allow the whole bright clamor of them; after all, they survived this weather. But even the garden is on lockdown, and there are too many for one pod. There’s only so much water to go around. Wrong place, wrong time, summer’s children. The post Lockdown appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

I watched him climb over the splintered railing of the bridge and stand on the short planks on the other side. When he saw me on the bank, he let go and waved at me. I wanted to tell him not to jump, but when I stood up and tried to yell, I could not remember the words. The post A Strange Tale from a College Campus appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more

His way of extracting laughter from us floated immediately to mind. His bursting into our after-worship classroom, imitating our rector's Harvard yard accent: "Jes-a-us say-ed to he-as disc-ah-ples...," never failed to leave all present in stitches. Learning he'd convinced his fellow high school students that his name was Barrack, like the current president, set something in us free. The post Cocoon appeared first on The Bangalore Review ..read more