Amora: Stories

by Natalia Borges Polesso

He was a good person, despite his name.

I’ve never been good at swearing.

I hadn’t asked for her contact details, not her phone or her email, I didn’t even know her full name, nothing. I spent the whole week wondering if I’d see her again, if she’d died or dropped out, if some awful thing had happened.

Thats the college experience

Things are starting to make sense now, fifteen years later. Grandma really is a lesbian.

Marcos being an ass bandit.

I’ll tell you about how ever since I was ill and spent a month eating only cantaloupes, I’ve been hooked on them. You’ll say I must be high on cantaloupes, which might very well be true.