Ten Kliks South
Sanchez takes out a notebook and starts doing the math. “Divide it by nine Marines on the gun, and you, personally, you’ve killed zero point seven something people today.… More
Dead Money: Pfizer, Cisco, and Other Value Traps
No one knew the rules. No one knew they’d have to cut off their tongues to keep those little machines of fire going, incinerating the moons and white… More
Self Timer
You can tell when a photograph was taken by a missing person. At once the room is draftier, an open warning. Since they’re not here, those in the photograph… More
The Girl on a Leash
Her mother’s flaky hands scraped against her daughter’s forehead. Once they had been like candle wax. She said, “Are we wrong?” Her father said, “Do you want to raise… More
Goodnight Nobody
He leaned back into his driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and waited to feel something for the dead man. If it was a pretty girl inside the dumpster, he… More
Last Night in San Pedro de Macorís
There’s only one ride left to the capital. One bar of soap left, one towel. That’s how fiction comes to life, you unlucky fucker. Why tell the truth? More
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