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We also watched scorpions making their determined way on the sand or across the road, and in the evening, we walked with our heads bent towards the ground, so we ...
All Us, Children
On the day we met, you wore an oversized poncho with dungarees and yellow, rubber boots.
US Student, Katherine Liu, Winner of the 2015 Litro & IGGY Young Writers Prize
In youth we were thunder-bringing, earth-shaking, feather-footed kids. We lived in the suburbs, all those perfect houses in rows and all their perfectly manicured lawns, but sometimes when we were ...
Battle of the Abuelas
She did not know how to drive. That is what her sons said after the fact, but this did not stop her from driving the priest’s jeep through the flimsy ...
The Blame Game
When my mother burned the bife acebolado, she blamed it on the magical prankster Saci.
Cenote
The air-conditioned shuttle jerked through traffic on overbuilt thoroughfares into a safe, pathetically normal tourist Mecca.
Penelope Thinks She Remembers Her Father
I wasn’t scared as I felt the world tipping, carrying me tightly at its side. I heard the splash, the cool water wrapping itself around me, and then the muffled ...
A Eulogy for Abuelo by Spider Woman
You wither—a dahlia whose pale, purple petals have wilted. Every time I see you it seems more of your petals have fallen to the ground.
Cecilia
Young boys on summer vacation encounter a young, lost woman.
The Tarot Eaters
A couple exchanges fortunes and music, reading their futures together.
In The Water
We are naked and in the water when Liz, who has the idea first, throws the ball in a high glittering arc over Sara’s head.