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The Curve

The Curve - story

Hernán Ronsino

She has long legs like a pair of rivers coming together at the source, a deep lagoon: dark, wet and mysterious. But she also has a pair of repeating words, a tattoo on her back…

Doing Your Duty

Doing Your Duty - story

Ariel Magnus

The moment he heard the scream – he hadn’t heard the gunshot, or hadn’t interpreted it as such, because once you’ve got used to the endless cascade of noise from an internal patio you stop…

The Little Angel’s Exhumation

The Little Angel’s Exhumation - story

Mariana Enríquez

My grandma didn’t like the rain, and when the sky darkened before the first few drops started to fall, she would take bottles to the backyard and half bury them in the earth, the bottlenecks…

They Have Given Us The Land

They Have Given Us The Land - story

Juan Rulfo

After walking for so many hours without coming upon even the shadow of a tree, not even the seed of a tree, not even a root of anything, you can hear dogs barking. You might…

Cohiba

Cohiba - story

Lucía Puenzo

His hand brushes against mine in the darkness. His skin is hot and rough. Short hair, curls combed flat with some amateur pomade that shines even in the penumbra of the movie theatre. His smell…

House Taken Over

House Taken Over - story

Julio Cortázar

We liked the house because, apart from its being old and spacious (in a day when old houses go down for a profitable auction of their construction materials), it kept the memories of great grandparents,…

The Hidden Cause

The Hidden Cause - story

Machado de Assis

Garcia was standing, staring at his fingernails and cracking his knuckles from time to time; Fortunato, in a rocking chair, looked at the ceiling; Maria Luisa, near the window, was finishing off some needlework. For…

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