Il·lustració © Nicolás Aznárez
The porcelain teapot

It all happened the week of the Mobile World Congress. Nora was cleaning room 606 when she saw the porcelain teapot on the desk, like a paperweight on a bunch of...

Il·lustració © Nicolás Aznárez
Hurricanes

Gone with the wind. It was blowing fiercely there. It was a wind that didn’t come from any cardinal point, it fell perpendicularly from the sky and smashed you...

Il·lustració © Maria Corte
The Street of Oblivion, Unnumbered

The alley bears no name and no one knows exactly where it is. Some place it in the vicinity of the market square, but Abraham claims it must have been one of the...

Il·lustració © Enrique Flores
A special gift

Mum is turning sixty-five and I must give her a special gift. I start feeling the pressure the day my granny calls me from the village to remind me – she’s ninety-...

Il·lustració © Raquel Marín
Couplets on the night bus

When her friends started getting into the habit of splitting taxis to get home, for the first time she thought that she’d have to give up the night bus.

Il·lustració © Laura Borràs Dalmau
The right distance

I didn’t mind getting up early to wait for her on the corner with Vinyals and escort her to the underground. It was five, ten minutes, held back at every traffic...

Il·lustració © Joan Alturo
Diamante

If Diamante Trivallo had ever been told that she was going to spend a lifetime in the same job, she’d have been very upset. Luckily she wasn’t told. Diamante has...

Illustration © Sonia Alins
Landings

1. At the crack of dawn, when I go out on my motorbike, a long tailback forms at the exit to my town, between the Citroën garage and the motorway’s incline, but it...

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