Or just plain Post Scriptum. Post Scriptum as Post Scriptum, implying being written after the writing – ha!; if you want to call it that – though not after the…

It’s a bright spring morning. The air is cool, the sky a smooth azure. Puzata Khata, Podil’s premium quality budget eatery, commands a prominent position on the corner of Kontraktova Ploshcha…

“Don’t fuck with me, Step!” Jack Step, dressed in a light gray suit, his hat pulled down over one eye, is sitting leant over on a plain wooden chair, one…

“I told him not to fuck with me. That’s all I was trying to say.” “Get that crazy son of a bitch out of here.” Two uniformed police officers guard…

“So then what happened?” “I head over to the Podil-area drycleaners.” “You didn’t get started on the paperwork?” “No.” “You decided to get your suit pressed instead?” “That’s right. My wife’s…

In an Internet chat room, not so far, far away, at this very moment in time, or just a little bit earlier, veteran readers of Kyiv Unedited virtual comics, digital…

“Our next guest knows a little bit about terrorism first-hand, but not at the hands of bomb-toting Islamic extremists…” “Instead, international public speaker and, most recently, celebrated children’s author Welsh…

“Have a seat.” Smith removes his hat and approaches the desk of the older, still well-built man. There’s a plain wooden chair with its back to him, which he withdraws from…

A pile of rubble – charred bricks, shards of glass, and a mangled metal construction frame – occupies the small plot on Pushkinskaya Street in the center of Kyiv, where…

“Hello Stephan, you’re looking well… I almost didn’t recognize you.” … “Would you like some lemonade… just made?” … “Never were much of a talker, were you, son? Oh, don’t worry…