Browsing Category Fiction
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Fiction 1
The President’s Ghost
The blue light glowed eerily on the walls of the West Sitting Room. If a journalist saw him now, somebody with a telescope in the Eisenhower Building, there’d ...
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Under the Midmorning Sun
By IBRAHIM NASRALLAH Excerpted from Under the Midmorning Sun*, translated from Arabic, and with an introduction by Nora Parr. In the West Bank city of Ramallah the first blasts ...
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The Highland Road
When I saw the obituary in the local pages, I thought it was Lenny himself, but I looked closer, and it was his mother. I knew he was ...
