‘Through the eyes of the intruder, Ramiro saw the invasion of his own space.’
Morning invaded the room. Ramiro tried to protect himself with the sheets, but when he looked, it was still there, as if to say: I didn’t ask to be born. Neither did I, he murmured, and covered his head with the pillow. He managed to sleep a bit more, but then the light came again, sharp, penetrat…
Nothing to see here!
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
On 5 July Granta announced the first ever list of twenty Best of Young Brazilian...
‘Two women appeared embracing two of a kind – that is each woman held onto a globular lamp base that had luster.’
‘Of all the stories I know about mothers, this one is the most real.’
