Monstrilio

by Gerardo Sámano Córdova

They show thinning patches where the soft material has wearied.

Excavating one’s child isn’t a difficult task, if determined.

“How awful,” my mother said, turning them around in her manicured fingers. I wore them instantly.

“He’s a little upset.” “Because of me?” “No, not you. He’s upset with me.” “Did you tell him? The Monstrilio part?” I shook my head. “He wouldn’t understand.” “Do you?”

Grizzly scene in Bed-Stuy,

Grisly