@ Short Story by Džena Andersone, 2023 @ Translated by Kaija Straumanis, 2023 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / REQUIEM FOR THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE Wrapped head to toe like a corpse rolled up in a rug, Stefan could still feel her eyes needling into his skin through the sweaty, synthetic blanket. It was hot under there, but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want the woman waiting motionless next to him know he was awake. Stefan knew Esther was watching him. The same way she’d watch

@ Novella written by Džena Andersone, 2021 @ Translated by Christopher Moseley, 2024 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Raivo threw the car door wide open and hurled the empty beer bottles right there on the ground. With one hand he was trying to light a cigarette, with the other he was feeling in his pockets, searching for his wallet. The cigarette was damp, the half-empty lighter wouldn’t obey him. The little wheel of flint was worn out, it didn’t want to turn, the expected s