SARAH put down the Anne Rice novel she was reading and looked out the plane’s window. The white, shifting clouds

SHE stood on the wharf, a cold night in June, looking out at the dark river, sounds of the crashing

SALIMA got there in no time, a dreadful feeling in her heart, praying over and over in her mind, “Oh

SINCE that day at the orphanage, Salima couldn’t stop thinking about Rahim and his conflicting emotions of pain, hate and

SALIMA brushed her hair slowly, looking into the mirror but not seeing her reflection there. Her thoughts were filled with

“Doctor,” a voice called softly. DR Salima looked up from the patient’s chart she was reading at the young woman

THE sand was hot under my bare feet as I walked along the foreshore, in ragged baggies and vest, combing

NIGHT, its veil of darkness descended silently and from the deep shadows as though wooed by night, came forth all

SHANTI woke up one Sunday morning, two weeks after Raj had left on a business trip, feeling dizzy and nauseous.

RAJ returned, but he was so busy with a new branch of their auto sales business opening on the East