ByP.E. Garcia

P.E. Garcia earned his MFA in Writing from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. He’s fiction editor for Queen Mob's Teahouse, a blogger for The Rumpus, and an online editor for Hunger Mountain. Currently, he lives in Little Rock, Arkansas, where he teaches writing, plays banjo, and watches “Murder, She Wrote.”

  1. She wakes, and there is the dark, the muted smell of soap, and the sound of the stray dogs rummaging through garbage in the streets. Today she will drown herself. She lights the oil lantern, and in its glow, dresses; her joints ache with every bend and extension. While blowing out the lantern, she tucks the flowers underneath her arm. Her room is a small shack standing atop the roof of the Hostel Leguia, and…

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