Category: Story

the elephant of giza

The Elephant of Giza 

Chapter One Albert slammed the door. Giza finally found the courage to jump from her own bed and tentatively walk down the hall. If you were there yourself, you would have heard the sound of midnight in the house. Giza felt apprehension deep down, and…

stories from a pool

Stories from a Pool 

Last summer was extremely warm in Turkey, especially in Mersin where I’m taking my summer vacation. It’s also very humid. Part 1: The Other Side of The Pool Last summer was extremely warm in Turkey, especially in Mersin where I’m taking my summer vacation. It’s…

bicycle pump (part 5)

Bicycle Pump (Part 5) 

My plan worked out pretty well: Esin and I came back home for lunch unnoticed. In the hustle and bustle of lunch preparation, I easily sneaked back to the master bedroom and unloaded the contents of my backpack back in the closet. During lunch, Esin…

bicycle pump (part 4)

Bicycle Pump (Part 4) 

I looked over to the other side where Ruya, Mina and their brother were anxiously waiting for us to pass. Technically, they were already in “Club waters.” Behind them stretched the private beach with long chairs and striped cushions, matching umbrellas, sun bathing moms and…

bicycle pump (part 3)

Bicycle Pump (Part 3) 

They did not have swimming suits, so we brought an extra pair with us. They always wore our clothes anyway. They were so small compared to me and Esin, so when our clothes did not fit us anymore our moms gave them to Ruya and Mina….

bicycle pump (part 2)

Bicycle Pump (Part 2) 

The plan -my plan- was perfect if the gardener’s daughters had not insisted on dragging their spoiled little brother along with them. If he had not come with us, their mother Jamila would not have freaked out and run to our house at lunchtime. I…

by the ocean…

By the Ocean… 

I sit down by the ocean and retreat deep into thought. What’s life? What’s death? What’s spiritual growth? The already known answers come back, the same routines as always, but I still can’t figure it out. I wonder what it would be like to know…

Send this to a friend