Amaryllis Night and Day

Amaryllis Night and Day

Amaryllis seemed preoccupied. ‘See you in my dreams,’ I said. That got a smile, then she drank about half her whisky and began to cry into the rest of it. ‘What is it?’ I said. ‘What’s the matter?’ She wiped her eyes, blew her...
I Thought My Father Was God

I Thought My Father Was God

An Average Sadness It is with small shame that I move to turn on the radio today. Radio is the friend I usually neglect; the friend I only think to call upon when life has turned sad and desperate. I always return to it flushed with guilt — but it is always...
The House of the Spirits

The House of the Spirits

But Blanca was used to living by herself When all was said and done, she had found peace in her household chores, her ceramics studio, and her creches of made-up animals in which the only figures that corresponded to the laws of reality were the Holy Family lost in a...
The House of the Spirits

The House of the Spirits

My wife didn’t miss the refinements she had been accustomed to, and the day the shipment of furniture and household goods I had ordered to surprise her arrived at the door, all she said was how “lovely” it was. I myself had to figure out where...
50 words – love

50 words – love

Once upon a time a heroic washerwoman found a beautiful stableboy and their love soared to heights previously unknown to humankind. Throughout the centuries that followed, word of their perfect love exceeded imagination for what could be. And just as the couple...