Maureen

Instead of looking at his face, she looked outside. It was raining, what looked like yellow rain on a darker yellow sidewalk. I'm getting married again, he said. We're… More

Lost Words

My mother held him back by his coattails. "Stay where you are," she whispered into his ear, "the last thing we need is to feel like we're not even… More

Scorched-Earth

I still dream about those women, you know, but they are faceless. They come to me shrouded, reaching, their hands and fingers searching for mine, wanting to touch my… More

The Name

Despite his best efforts, the Author’s name began to slide down off the top of the book’s cover where it had been printed. The Author’s self-confidence had died long… More

The Mother

Yesterday the mother stood in court and explained that she had forgiven her son. No sooner were the wounds healed that he had dealt her, than she was setting… More

A Terribly Perfect Couple

Theoretically, Elisa was able to reach her orgasm at the same time as Elías without the slightest effort. In practice, it was more common for them to find themselves… More

Luck

Each one I held lightly in my palm—blowing on it to see it quiver, examining its ridges, squeezing it until the shell was as warm as my skin. Then… More

Onyx

Too much ambrosia without mutton got my mouth cracked open when a Naiad strummed a lute, but I didn’t have the parts to seal the deal. Big Poppa spent… More