I Like To Gossip

I have, for as long as I can remember, liked gossip. The way words can be whispered—promised, hidden, unpredictable—trickling in from you to me, or me to you.  Words about boys, mostly. Girls, too, of course. Strangers, sometimes. Teachers, always. Friends, rarely. Family. Family friends. Family enemies. (Exes.) This is something that’s widely frowned upon,…

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The Fisherman’s Daughter

By Carlota Vásquez I met her in wintertime. At least, it was wintertime back home —my friend Joshua’s Instagram was overflowing with pretty pictures of him and his boyfriend in the snow; smiling, hugging, kissing. Meanwhile, I was standing in front of my grandparents’ house in Reterán, a small town on the outskirts of Cartagena….

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