Olas ELE VOA! “¡Ya me voy, ya me fui!” exclama la niña. “¡seré una isla!” “¿Donde vas mi niña linda?” pregunta el niño. “Iré donde…
“What would you like to feast upon on this harvest night?” said the mildly mannered thrall. “Ice cream and jelly, ice cream and jelly today…
At night, the searching dry cold bore into bones like termites or bees into graying outhouses. She started wearing the next day’s uniform to bed….
You found me that first night in the bar across the plaza from Teatro Juárez. You talked. I drank wine, watched the fútbol and the…
02-11-07 Suddenly she realized she missed the romance of traveling by train. 02-12-07 It all seemed clear us them then, what our fathers had meant…
I came across Telemakhos one day, as he was busy digging a hole in the fields. “Telemakhos,” I said, “What are you doing?” “My dog…
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You’ve pocketed twenty canciones in the San Miguel morning, walking the cobbled streets. Wonder how they did this to the poets; sliced off hands to…
As part of our educational mission, NANO Fiction is making its published archive available online starting January 2nd, 2017. Stories previously published in our print…