Short Fiction
Villa Julita
Near us, near the corner of Calle Luis Maceda and the park where jacaranda blooms purple against the blush pink walls of Dr. Pascual’s hospital stands Villa Julita. In the … Read more
The Big Dipper
You don’t remember the way, but you put your foot on the gas pedal, burning the straight-eight until it purrs on the route to your late uncle’s estate. Look left: your … Read more
The Shriek
Kids have the craziest imaginations. They’re always making shit up, they think it’s funny. Anything that comes out of a kid’s mouth is probably just some childish game of make-believe. … Read more
When The Magnolia Blooms
He was almost sure they bought the house because of the magnolia tree strategically planted in front of the house. Well, he can’t blame the realtor for the blooms, one … Read more
The Will Party
“I want my sister to get the kids,” Natalie said frankly, arms crossed against her large bosom, softly resting upon the round glass table. They were at the will party. … Read more
A Turbulence in the Hills
The bus lurched close to the edge. I closed my eyes and gulped, once more wishing away the horrible things happening to my stomach. Nausea for me is inevitable on … Read more
Tall Glass of Water
A woman’s body is not a thing, claimed, it cannot be. It is more than a concept; it is a situation. A woman’s body is her grasp on the world, … Read more