Neujahrskurzgeschichte: Der Bus

Vor einem blattlosen Baum wartete sie auf den Bus. Im Hintergrund stand dunkel eine alte Kapelle, die im kalten Nebel wie eines finstere Schloss eines üblen Zauberer aussah. Wenn es in einer Geschichte wäre, erschiene plötzlich ein Geist aus ihrem Schatten und es sie in kürzen Sekunden glücklich äße. Sie schaute ihre Handy an. Der… Continue reading Neujahrskurzgeschichte: Der Bus

Flash fiction: There were better days

Atop the sink and beneath the mirror sat a white plastic comb that had the emblem of a hostel in Strasbourg. They took a long-distance coach to see the famous Christmas market there for cheap. He remembered her paying the premium for the last-minute train tickets home, all in order to avoid long hours of motion… Continue reading Flash fiction: There were better days

Short story: Mademoiselle

A young Asian girl weaved through the crowd of European giants down the long staircase in a metro station near the terminal's exit. Sections of the metro tunnel were turned into colorful murals. Round the corners, at junctions splitting the path to different platforms, a street musician was playing a jazzy tune. It was the time… Continue reading Short story: Mademoiselle

Short story: Christmas special

When Hana was in first grade, Santa gave her crayons and a sketchbook. He left the red present box with a silver ribbon at her feet on Christmas Eve, and he ate the cookies mom left by the night lamp.It was a happier time then. Dad still had grandpa’s mahogany desk where he would spend… Continue reading Short story: Christmas special

Flash fiction: Never said you are…

Following a tip online, the slender Asian boy found himself at a hidden net cafe in the back of an innocuous antique store. There, he met his contact and was mildly disappointed to see a man instead of a woman. That made the both of them, two dudes offline running female profiles online. After a… Continue reading Flash fiction: Never said you are…

Flash fiction: Transactions are final

A short Asian girl with a black blazer and white miniskirt brought her grocery on the checkout's conveyor belt. An old Chinese woman behind the counter said something in Cantonese but the girl appeared dumbfounded. "Chinese? No?" the woman asked in English. The girl shook her head. "Japanese", she answered. The woman nodded and began… Continue reading Flash fiction: Transactions are final

Flash fiction: Perfectly calm people

At a certain airport, on a certain day, a woman bumped into someone who was leaving the currency exchange. Before the bearded Arab with a pink headscarf could do anything, the woman raised her voice and said: "Calm down, good sir! You're making this a bigger fuss than it is." "But I'm perfectly calm and… Continue reading Flash fiction: Perfectly calm people

Short story: Valentine special

The boy took long strides through a narrow passageway behind the university's building. He climbed a heap of unused tables onto the roof of a storage sack. From there, he made a dash and leaped over the fence. He landed on all four, rolled on the ground a few times before slamming his back against… Continue reading Short story: Valentine special

Short story: “Death”, “Hat”, “Gene”

Sasaki knew nothing would change if she begged for help. She had been there. Weak kids had weak parents who would blame their own child to appease the other kid’s parents. Her parents were weak but she was not. Thus, when Sasaki broke the glass with her satchel and waved a glass fragment at the bullies,… Continue reading Short story: “Death”, “Hat”, “Gene”