Dancing with Minguito

by David P. Gontar (November 2015)

One of her earliest memories was of a tall, gaunt dama handing her a cup of tea. The flesh was taut, stretched over contorted fingers, and of a nauseating variety of pale hues. In retrospect there was no face, but in succession a grinning Catrina Calavera, then a negrito woman struggling in a noose, and finally a ravenous crow trying to peck out the girl’s eyes. When Teresita was six years old her aunt took her to meet La Chica Vaca, as Señora Villata had become known.  more>>>