By Figen Şakacı
From Keseklİ Tarla (Cloddy Field), a collection of short stories, 2020
Aysel was grumpy. She would look for defects wherever she went. Then, she would take the best seat with an air expecting deference. I would respectfully beseech her company; she would oblige me and scooch over. She didn’t like guests much. If someone laughed a lot, she...