Four in the morning in Madrid brought with it a bone-chilling cold, a cold that Clara knew all too well….
Tomás clenched his fists in the pockets of his patched pants. He wanted to answer. He wanted to defend his…
The coffee in Javier “Javi” Reyes’ cup went cold the instant he heard the bell above the inn door ring…
PART 1: THE COLDNESS OF THE SOUL The first thing I learned about rejection, up here in the mountains where…
THE REUNION: WHEN THE PAST KNOCKS ON THE DOOR The sound of glass shattering against the marble floor of the…
The May rain fell on the cobblestones of Segovia with a melancholic insistence, covering the city and its ancient aqueduct…
The sound of tape slashing through the air was the last thing I heard before silence descended upon us like…
PART 1 The smell of window cleaner and furniture polish has always held ambivalent meaning for me. On the one…
PART 1 The asphalt glistened like the skin of a black snake in the downpour. It was one of those…
I never imagined that silence could be so loud. It’s a constant, high-pitched buzzing that gets into your ears and…