Fundación César Egido Serrano, Museo de la Palabra, Madrid, Spain
Finalist in the V Edition of the International Flash Fiction Competition, Fundación César Egido Serrano, Museo de la Palabra, Madrid, Spain
The Dream of Odysseus Crusoe
They are busy staging my drowning. The cameras have already filmed whatever casualties the sea will dredge. We sit around and smoke, waiting, like unemployed Albanians. Penelope, Telemachus, Friday—an all-saints calendar of natives. We place bets on the dilemma: Who will play the chorus? The suitors or the cannibals? At least, I know I will be recognized by the dog. An island all over me, this scar. A criminal wanted by the winds. The bow will rest next to the calendar. To be shipwrecked means to miss the target.