Nora’s Caravan

by Maxim Matusevich Perched against a fluffy pile of IKEA pillows Nora watched the camels cross into her field of vision, framed by the glass panel of the balcony door. The room was bathed in an early evening quiet, the pale rays refracted off the ceramic floor tiles and played havoc with the otherwise stately

A Phone Call

by Maxim Matusevich —Hello? —You have exactly twenty seconds to guess who is calling you! —Excuse me? I really… —Come on! GUESS! —I can’t… but you sound… familiar? —Well, thank you, that’s at least something… FAMILIAR… And you sound so FORMAL. Is it because I’m calling you at work? —No, it’s because I’m still trying