The Love That Strikes Without Warning
Someone is following me, I thought. Since I was 15, I've always felt I was being watched, being trailed. I've read about stalkers and serial killers,…
Year 2022
Nemea, to speak, has been late for the appointment we have arranged next to some hedges on Avenida de la Universidad, in Burgos, in front of the San…
Notes About Our Common Ground, Part 3
XI. Miroslav Pritvornikov was killed by anarchists who considered him a nationalist intellectual. An intellectual they held guilty for many crimes, a…
Playing with Fire
Hungry flames licked the walls and swept along the living room downstairs. Ropes of fire chewed through the curtains. A fixture fell from the…
President No
"Zhou Yang! Zhou Yang! Wake up, you are going to miss your flight!" a female voice screeched in a small Guangzhou apartment. "Yes, mamma,” a slightly…
A Troublesome Person
Joyce Carlyle traversed the busy intersections during rush hour in her Saturn minivan. The skittish, motorized putts of laborers and office jockeys…
Resurrection of Words
When the first angel sounded its trumpet the word Retard was heard again all across the land, and the people rejoiced in its resurrection and used…
Registration
She had gloriously red hair. As she walked to the Red Hair Registration Office, people would stop on the sidewalk, gape, say, “My, what luminous red…
Raven’s Night
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; but the…
Between Two Thighs
It was in the entrance hall to the Library of the Principal Theater in Burgos, next to the coffee machine, when a young woman, whom my friend and I…
