The Hole

Romesh Gunesekera

My mother was the one who told me he was dead. I ran into the bathroom and bolted the door. There was a small window in there with two round jail-house bars. I held on to them hard. I was only ten. I let the tears roll down to the sides of my mouth, and licked them to harden my insides. I wanted to …


The Shore
Hemingway in Cuba