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A Source

Frances Leviston

‘The next editor of the university newspaper was chosen each year by a panel.’

A new short story by Frances Leviston, from her forthcoming collection The Voice in My Ear.

Alphonse

Marie-Hélène Lafon

‘He was long and white; his hands especially were long and white, and he sewed; he looked after the linen; he worked as a woman would; he lived in the house; he didn’t speak, he was rarely spoken to.’

Translated from the French by Stephanie Smee.

An Evening of Martyrdom

Golnoosh Nour

New fiction from Golnoosh Nour’s debut collection about the lives of young, queer Iranians.

Bonsai

Guadalupe Nettel

‘Bonsai have always prompted a kind of fear in me, or at least a puzzling discomfort.’

Clementine, Carmelita, Dog

David Means

‘Here I should stress that dog memory is not at all like human memory, and that human memory, from a dog’s point of view, would seem strange, clunky, unnatural and deceptive.’

Dancing for the Avatar

Kō Machida

‘If I let myself sink down into this I’m never coming back up.’

Death in Her Hands

Ottessa Moshfegh

‘Isn’t it sweet to look back at how my mind jumped to the most innocuous conclusion? That after so many years, at seventy-two, my imagination was still so naive?’

Enoki

Aoko Matsuda

‘Without any forewarning or explanation, people suddenly began visiting. They came in droves to find her.’

A story by Aoko Matsuda, translated by Polly Barton.

Faith

Sayaka Murata

‘Hey, Nagaoka, wanna start a new cult with me?’

New fiction by Sayaka Murata, translated from the Japanese by Ginny Tapley Takemori.

Fracture

Andrés Neuman

‘Sometimes, in the midst of one of our arguments, he would say to me sadly, I understand you more if I understand less.’

Girl Games

Makena Onjerika

‘There, behind glass panes separating you from the good children, from life itself, you are kept company by your dread.’

Golden Vulture

Jason Ockert

‘Last summer, the boy still believed in miracles. That’s why he disobeyed his father and crossed the bridge. He wondered, back then, if his mother might be over there.’

How to Count Like a Pro

Amy Leach

‘Clocks are the consummate counters, even better than bankers because they never sleep and especially they never dream.’

A lecture to animals by Amy Leach.

Larger Than the Night

Masatsugu Ono

‘The night was sealed off completely – or so it seemed.’