Tujuh. The Boat and the Brothel

The bed almost filled the room. It had a single white sheet, and it looked clean, but along one panelled wall, at waist height, was a single row of holes.

สอง. Rubies and Rucksacks

At one stop, we came alongside a tuk-tuk containing a large Western man. He lay limp in the back. A woman was screaming. She was German. Originally appeared in the Dec 2025 edition of Five on the Fifth magazine.

Escape to Singapore

Enam. Escape to Singapore

I had dozed off when the bus came to a stop at its bay. The passenger doors were already open, and I couldn’t see my day pack. But things don’t go missing, right?

Fifteen. The Language Divides

The attendant watched me, his face in shadow from the shack’s awning, as he chewed on his stick. I could feel his eyes on my back while I held the pump in the tank of the car.