Aug 14, 2021 | Fiction
The patron showed very little interest in domestic affairs; he lived for his horse races, studying bloodlines, calculating the law of probabilities, and drinking to console himself when he lost his bets. There were times his nose turned the color of an eggplant, and...
Feb 13, 2021 | Fiction |
He knelt beside me. “What’s the matter?” “I’m afraid?” “Of what?” “Of the sounds, of this darkness, of evil spirits, of snakes and bugs, of the soldiers, of what we’re going to do Saturday-that we’ll all be killed …” “I’m afraid, too, but I wouldn’t miss this for...
