Bye-Bye Natalia

Michel Faber

Trapped in the dingy, airless Internet cafe, Natalia picks at the frayed black lace of her dress while the photograph of her American penpal loads into the computer. He’s sent it at an unwieldy file size, and it’s taking ages to come through. A horizontal sliver is slowly, slowly, slowly expandi…

We Went to Saigon
Closing Time