Stories

I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed it once or twice, a shop window of alluring little objects,...

They carried him out on the barren sand where the rebel captains died; Where the grim gray rotting gibbets stand as Magellan reared them on the strand, And...

That was my first time there. It was the end of February; the gypsy camp had been reported in the fields behind Chiaravalle abbey....

I am here lying on my bed while my wife is there in the kitchen with the boy for private lessons. Since we moved...

It’s been twenty years today. I almost forgot. Had you not been interviewed today maybe I would have never thought about that. Look how...

I often think of the Bureau d'Echange de Maux and the wondrously evil old man that sate therein. It stood in a little street...

The small town at the foot of the Alps was pervaded by a thrill. The anniversary of the battle that had made every inhabitant...

They say she is crazy. She had come in a May morning, when the dawn still had the sharp smell of night bombings and the...

Anna watched the section full of German soldiers, who were digging holes and planting big machine-guns amongst the olive trees. An officer saw her,...

The night before his death, Mister Miranda arrived at the Café Funchal a bit after eleven. He chose his usual outdoor seat, close to...