A Fine Breakfast

By Nenad Kojic                       Hyde Park Corner, London, 2051. Mangled weather, bluff and blustery, yawned overhead like a sea without a shore. An urgent wind whistled its toothless tune to the swaying trees that surrounded the sleeping circus in its midst, driving sheets of rain against … Continue reading A Fine Breakfast

Pink Toenails

By Mehreen Ahmed Then the mountains spoke. Voiced it in chorus, on the ancient land of Turag. A world where trees walked, winds cried, rivers sang and the mountains talked. This place, not for humans to reside anymore, but for natural lives and artificial intelligence. Turag, yes, this place, because humans have long been obliterated, … Continue reading Pink Toenails