Fiction | Short Story

Die Cuban

Listo had suspected the curse since the hospital, but after his first full moon it was a fact.

Florida. Florida. The smell is Florida. What does Florida even smell like? This, pendejo, this is what Florida smells like; breathe it in.

Okay. Got it. Now what? Find this guy. Why? What happened to me? He’s like me. Find him. Why? He’s like me. I’m like him. Get him. Why? Why? Why?


Yeah, Lynne. They’re dead for real.

Get the guy that got you and break the curse.also

it’s hot outside and I’m drunk


pull the trigger and run

this massacred


to me