IN A MANILA MARKET

All kinds of strap shoes hang in rows. Black, red, white, tan. Thoughts coalesce. Her shoes on the bedroom closet. Shoes for every occasion. Imelda Marcos-scale collection. He burned them all. The clothes too. The closet, the bedroom, the house. All up in flames. It had to look real. They found the charred remains. They … Continue reading IN A MANILA MARKET

NIGHTSTALKERS

'Completely self-sufficient,' he boasted. 'The wind turns the mill and powers the dynamo at the back to produce electricity.' 'And the garden provides food?' 'Absolutely.' 'Won't they come and steal from your garden at night?' 'That's what I use the walkway for,' he pointed up at the platform that circled the windmill halfway up. 'Stand … Continue reading NIGHTSTALKERS