My Neighbor Played at Being a Bitch in the Yard
I saw her on all fours over the dry grass, with the fluffy tail swaying between her cheeks, and I knew that Sunday afternoon was going to be unlike any other.
Sofía Lencina
Stories by Sofía Lencina, page 3
What She Had Kept in Her Bag Wasn’t a Gift
When she opened the bag in the parking lot, Diego understood that this afternoon was not going to end the way he had imagined.