She looked me in the eyes. "The colour I see, the colour of the flames that burn my skin. I saw it for the first time in his eyes."

Ni siquiera me he quitado los tacones cuando entra la llamada de mamá. ¿Y si no contesto? Acabo de llegar; Gary todavía me está dando el estado general: falta leche en el refrigerador, las manzanas van a echarse a perder, una ventana se quedó abierta en modo manual y se apagó la calefacción. Quiero bañarme, meterme a la cama, olvidar todos los problemas de abrir un nuevo invernadero en la ciudad. Me apoyo contra la pared, dejo salir el aire mientras la alarma parpadea en la esquina superior de mi campo de visión. Podría ignorarla y pedirle a Gary que comience a calentar el agua para un baño. Debería contestar. Mamá ha llamado tres veces durante el día y no ha dejado ningún mensaje. Eso no es normal.

The girl’s name is Lina and she works in an ice cream parlour at an airport. One morning, seeing that they’ve almost run out of pistachio flavour, she decides to open a new container and in that container she finds a human limb sticking out of the synthetic tropical green slab.

I haven’t even taken off my heels when my mother’s call comes in. I wonder if I should answer. The door hasn’t closed yet, and Gary is still reporting the house conditions: no milk in the fridge, some apples about to rot, window set to manual, heat turned off. I just want to take a bath, get into bed, and forget how hard it is to open a new greenhouse in the city. I lean against the wall, which is cold against my back. I let out a breath while the notification blinks in the upper corner of my sitefield. I could ignore the call and ask Gary to heat the water. But I should really answer. Mom has called three times already, and she hasn’t left a single message. It isn’t like her.

He had commissioned one of those mansions that people have nowadays, furnished with marble and stone, that he had just moved into two weeks ago.

Olen saatellut lepoon vanhempani ja pikkuveljeni. Muistini ei ole enää entisensä.

I have outlived my parents and my little brother. My memory isn't what it used to be.

دا چې خداى ( ج) څنګه پرې دا هر څه لورولي وو ، دا اوږده کيسه ده ، خو صاحب چې اوس په کومو شنو او سروکې لوبېده ، هر سړى ورته ګوته په غاښ او هک پک حيران و . نه يې د پيسو شمېر کېده او نه هم د راز راز موټرو ، بنګلو او نورو حسابونو کتابونو ... داسې ماڼۍ چې نن سبا دى په کې دېره و او پوره دوه اونۍ د مخه يې نوې رانيولې وه ، کله په خوب کې هم نه وه ليدلې او نه خو هم له ده سره کله داسې تصور ملګرى شوى و چې په داسې او داسې نورو نعمتونو به يې هم يوه ورځ سر شي.…

He turned his gaze to the sculpted figures above the building’s entrance—mutilated and broken segments of human bodies—but no matter where he looked the dream was still inside him, he couldn’t get rid of it, it was like an aftertaste or a bright light burned into your eye, leaving behind a dark spot in your field of vision.

Όταν μπήκε στο μαγαζί, δούλευα στη γλώσσα μιας πελάτισσας. Της χτυπούσα έναν γαλάζιο ήλιο· σ’ εμένα, βέβαια, φαινόταν ανοιχτός γκρι. Ήθελε να λάμπει το στόμα της με το προσωπικό της χρώμα ακόμα κι όταν ήταν κλειστό. Άκου ιδέα!