Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Nosotros eramos afortunados.  Cuando era niña empezaron a llegar unos trabajadores sociales que provenían  de México y España.  Más que todo, llegaban a decirles a los padres de familia cuals deficiencias tenían sus hijos.  Supuestamente se los llevaban a un … Continue reading →

The United States came to País Bravo to “help” us find our disappeared relatives.  Obviously after all of the horrible things that had happened here, most people didn’t trust us to handle our own affairs.  I was 19 years old … Continue reading →

“She has no idea how to cooperate with her classmates and spends all her time doodling or picking a fight about Europe or the Native Americans, or some such thing.  She also sleeps when she’s not supposed to but doesn’t … Continue reading →

When I was in college everything was insane.  The leftist guerrilla army would often shut down the school until the government met their demands.  I tried not to involve myself in any of it because frankly, I didn’t care what … Continue reading →

I think one of the worst things in the world is having no control over what you say or when you say it.  Have you every met someone with Tourette’s Syndrome?  I’m kind of like that, except backwards.  The flashing … Continue reading →