The travel agent finally lifted her head from the ream of paper scattered over her desktop, where countless timetables and schedules had been shuffled around with numerous confirmations of reservations, estimates and disbursements. Within the opening of her hijab, wrapped around her forehead and both cheeks, her eyes sparkled with satisfaction and accomplishment, qualified by… Continue reading To the South Are Banana Plantations
Author: Harris Walker
Señor Quispe’s Predicament and the Imperfection of Contentment
‘Plip plop plip plop plip plop… plink!’ She’d been accustomed when idling in a bath steeped in Epsom salts to predict when the surface tension of a swelling drip could no longer hold the water behind it. Give or take a fraction of a second she’d been correct. The drop had broken from the faucet’s… Continue reading Señor Quispe’s Predicament and the Imperfection of Contentment
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