Eugenia wasn’t beautiful, but Harold wasn’t a looker either. And the concrete wall between them never crumbled.
Nobody believed Corinthia about the accident. They said that neighborhood doesn’t exist. She knew. She destroyed it.
They kept telling themself it wasn’t their fault. Of course, they pulled the trigger more than once.
“We’ll climb every mountain,” Marta told Juana about their trip. But carrying the luggage made them reconsider.
“I reset it before the manager heard,” Louisa said. “Now I have to see what’s on fire.”
The gatekeeper let Louise in, then immediately realized his mistake. But she was already contaminating the view.
Barb picked up their possessions, even those now on the floor, wondered if they’d return, hoped not.
I used to dream of running until my legs fell off. Now, I dream of wheeling faster.
“Want dessert?” Jose interrupts at the Christmas table. But the damage from grandpa’s revulsion is already done.
“Please don’t throw it all away!”
“You did, all those years ago.”
“But that was for you.”