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22 min read stories

Discover a collection of stories which are around 22 minutes read time.

24 min read

The Case for Zakir

* Story contains bad language

Eight years ago, in the Nangarhar province of eastern Afghanistan, Zakir Mohammad went on patrol with a platoon of American soldiers. Twenty-three years old,...

17 min read

Daddy

* Story contains bad language

Pacing the halls of my house in a pair of penny loafers so dusty they might have been robbed from a grave, I counted on trembling fingers all the ways my night could unfold.

20 min read

Of Places and Passports

* Story contains bad language

Let me pledge allegiance to the planet. Let me list all the places I love on a passport that actually represents my sense of belonging and identity.

21 min read

The Height of My Apex

* Story contains bad language

Someone shit in the men’s sauna again, and now the entirety of Apex Fitness smells like the aftermath of a ruptured septic tank.

24 min read

He was a friend of mine

Midsummer. 1986. Lahoris are praying for the monsoon and the boys, not indifferent, but undeterred by the heat, are playing cricket daily. As if their lives...

23 min read

Lady Tigers

* Story contains bad language

Rusty sat behind the wheel of the bus and watched the sky turn sour. A year ago, when his father had coached the Lady Tigers, he’d been expected to serve as...

20 min read

Al Roosten

* Story contains bad language

Al Roosten stood nervously behind the paper screen. Was he nervous? Well, he was a little nervous. Although probably a lot less nervous than most people...

27 min read

Victory Lap

* Story contains bad language

Three days shy of her fifteenth birthday, Alison Pope paused at the top of the stairs.Say the staircase was marble. Say she descended and all heads turned....

25 min read

Cell one

* Story contains bad language

The first time our house was robbed, it was our neighbor Osita who climbed in through the dining-room window and stole our TV and VCR, and the “Purple Rain”...

20 min read

Apollo

Twice a month, like a dutiful son, I visited my parents in Enugu, in their small overfurnished flat that grew dark in the afternoon. Retirement had changed...

17 min read

Kavita & Dr Mehrotra

She might have saved money by opting for the usual Bombay taxi: cramped, fumy, with no air-conditioning and a few gods on the dashboard. Instead, Kavita...

18 min read

The Monkey's Paw

Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlor of Lakesnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at...