By Mariana Enríquez. Translated by Ruth Clarke. español The bedroom door was open and Veronica went in. Her mum was still in bed, but she had her eyes open; she wasn’t asleep. A collection of glasses sat on the bedside table, some empty, some holding orange juice, water that had long since gone flat; tissues, […]
By Raquel Castro. Translated by Ruth Clarke español Once, for my birthday, I got a zombie. He was the cutest thing: grumbly, stinky, slight homicidal tendencies. Really sweet. I couldn’t wait for school to start so I could take him to class with me (the kids always brought their toys in after Christmas or their […]
By Raquel Castro. Translated by Ruth Clarke. español 1 A fortnight on a diet of Whiskas would drive anyone crazy. All the more so if, on top of that, you add the fact that through the peephole in the front door I can see my boyfriend: half his face bitten off, minus an arm, and […]
By Raquel Rivas Rojas. Translated by Ruth Clarke. For Lyonell Boulton The man threw the sack over his shoulder and walked downstream, humming a tune to himself. The cans he was carrying in the sack clinked as his tired feet negotiated the mounds and puddles. Every time he found a can the man […]
By Raquel Rivas Rojas. Translated by Ruth Clarke. For Serenella Rosas There was a storm coming, you could feel it. A gust of wind lifted up leaves, papers, and fine specks of dust from the pavement. Holding her apron in her wet hands, Sere stopped to look at the empty street while Hipólito […]