By Jim Woessner Even from a distance, I could feel the fear rising within me like mercury in a thermometer. Not that the dog was necessarily mean. I couldn’t tell from a hundred feet away. It just looked mean. And although it was on a leash, it wasn’t a particularly short leash. The dog could … Continue reading Forgiven

The Call

By Satabdi Saha It was time to go. The car was  scheduled to arrive after an hour or so. He sat, ruminating, heart heavy and torn, to leave the  house where he and Anjali lived for more than fifty years. The quiet little garden where they planted roses and her favourite Kamini tree beneath the … Continue reading The Call