El Viajero

Alone, the traveler walked the streets of Havana Viejo – Old Havana. The winter night was dry but warm and the sea breathed a gentle breeze.      He wandered…

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A Chance

She was born into a family of cursed women. It couldn’t be seen from far away. Up close, it was there. The curse. You could see it in their eyes.…

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The Fate of the Land

  The Burtons meant business. No hobby farming for them. They felled trees, cleared many acres, restored the early nineteenth century farm house. They fixed up the barn, fenced the…

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I Was the Family Dog

Golden fur, soft coat, chestnut eyes, winning yelp – I had it all going for me. A boy, a girl – what more could a dog ask? Plenty of belly…

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The Drift

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Falling Sand

Sand beneath my feet.  It’s warm, and I can feel the sun on my skin.  The glass is smooth, featureless, but cloudy, the outside world obscured.  I walk the small…

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Life

 I wait. I look up. I notice the upper right corner of the room, where the former green paint colour peeks through. The painter must have missed that spot when…

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The Year of the Hedonist

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