The letter that was sent to my uncle came back unopened and someone added a word in blue ink on the envelope: “deceased.” My uncle was an old man. He lived with my aunt in the very back of the little grocery store which they owned, in a small, sandy alley in a poor neighborhood. […]
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We arranged to meet at the Bagration Underground station and walk to Gorbushka to see a Siberian punk band. Gromov explained how I would recognize him: “I wear glasses, the bridge is held together by wire. Hmm… and I have a beard.” “I wear glasses too,” I cried joyfully, “sunglasses. And mine are broken too. […]
The light has turned green and my son shows no sign that he wants to cross the street. He won’t budge from the traffic island, his eyes squinting against the lashing sun, his hands on his hips as if to say, Who can make me move? I yank him away and a wail of indignation […]
I was riding through the lowlands, the horse’s hooves scattering dry dust into the air. An inflamed red sun hovered on the horizon like a damaged eye, leaking tears of yellow and blue and tendrils of puss-like white clouds. A group of men in the distance were hanging Osama. I stopped my horse on the […]
He walks into the living room, flinging the keys from his hand; they jingle slightly in mid-air before landing in the empty copper bowl at the center of the table – echoing like a gong. His mother isn’t home. He peers into the kitchen and sees the pot on the counter. The window is slightly […]
Billy Comes to Visit She couldn’t look at him, but why? He had never disgusted her before. There were times, yes, when she wasn’t very attracted to him, because, as she had confessed to her friends from the start, Billy was not a very handsome boy. But now there was something about him that made […]
Bitterness is a disease of old age; I aged early and by the time I was thirty six it had metastasized through every part of me. I loathed my past as much as I feared the future. Foolishly enough, I had never gone very far into any branch of academic study and so my lack […]
She picked her nose with pleasant tranquility and gazed out the car window, watching the Sharon plains pass by. The radio stations toppled over each other as he searched for a decent one they could listen to. They were heading north for a semi-compulsory vacation in honor of their 500, which was the number of […]
The Scouts Camp When I was in 6th grade I went on a Scouts camp. Near Kibbutz Ginegar. In the Jezreel Valley. Three day camp. With a smoky smell in my hair and potatoes and canned sweet corn and water rations. It was my first camp. Sleepover and everything. We got there close to noon […]
Vered Singer is an Israeli writer, editor, and critic. She was born in 1969 in Petah Tikva and is currently a resident of Tel Aviv. For a decade, she played a variety of editing and writing roles in the print press. Some of her stories have been published in Haaretz, Newspaper 77, Moznaim and the […]
Born in Ramat Gan in 1967, Etgar Keret is the most popular writer among Israeli youth today. Keret started writing in 1992 and has published three books of short stories, one novella, three books of comics and a children`s book. Bestsellers in Israel, his books have received international acclaim and have been translated into numerous […]
Nir lives in the Judean foothills, practically in the forest. He is married to Nirit and together they have three small children and two large dogs. He spends most of his time taking care of them all, carving in wood, playing the oud, and foraging for wild tea herbs. In his spare time, he works […]
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