by Michael Garcia
He stood at the door. The keys were at the end of the hallway, resting on the aqua blue marble table that his grandfather had given him from Granada. He had heard the story so many times that he could recite it with almost perfect intonation and accent. “Bastardo! Madio stoolit from thad THUG thad hung aroun wid Franco.” He knew it wouldn’t change anything: she was too far gone.
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Michael Garcia is a creative trying to deploy his craft within the financial industry. He lives and works in Baltimore.