Two Fictions

By - Oct 31, 2017

Mamá’s Last Lover

He patted my mother’s skull and emitted a tender laugh.  “I think she’s never looked more beautiful,” he whispered.  “Don’t you agree, Mateo?”


Día de los Muertos

As the smiling skeleton danced and jangled at the foot of the bed, my moist limbs tingled with anticipation.