Détective Noir

The city lights created a mosaic against the night. He sipped whiskey and from his ninth storey window stared in at all those well-lit apartments. In rooms and kitchens, behind curtains drawn, he could see the silhouettes of people having their parties: the necks of women thrown back, their mouths agape, laughing their heads off; […]

The Rum Diary

Sounds of a San Juan night, drifting across the city through layers of humid air; sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks, the lonely sound of time […]

Papa

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he […]