The Red Butterfly, Part Ten – That Is Where He Died
Short Story “I told you that we would meet again,” said Augustín. “You were right.” “I am always right, Americano,” he said as he closed the door behind us. We entered a small space...
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That Thing That Never Happened – Part Two
Serial Story “You ever had tapas?” I asked. We’d been wandering around the city for a while and we both could use a sitdown. “I have. But that sounds nice.” she said. “The...
That Thing That Never Happened – Part One
Short Story We sat down and I let her order for me. I told her I could only speak kitchen French, which was a roundabout way of saying I spoke Spanish. She laughed...
The Red Butterfly, Part Nineteen – Time To Go Home
A few years later, after I joined the army and had gone to Vietnam a boy and then returned home a broken man, I made a trip to Lake Michigan. Jim T. had been...
