Arif Anwar

In my creative writing classes, whether at the University of Toronto or the Hermitage Residency in Bangladesh, I emphasise that any student of fiction must first master suspense

They came home and found the backdoor open. Stan, who was the last one out, had forgotten to lock it. But there was no I told you so from Carla as she traipsed around to assess the damage, which wasn’t much—one smashed chair and a bed that looked slept in, both Junior’s.