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I told him how he made my brother eat his shit. Took his tractor, roosters, dog, and his identical drums. I told him I dreamed my brother didn’t die. That he’s in a hotel in Jarabacoa and he just left a bar. Flirted with a ghost, ate a pineapple and turned his shirt inside out so that he could forget last night. He once considered taking a bride but couldn’t find a theme for the wedding. He meant to, but then didn’t see the use. Some people like ideas, others like motion, some like one woman, others roam. Don’t apologize now, man, just measure my bone for accuracy and tell me what time it is, I told him. There’s only one ride left to the capital. One bar of soap left, one towel. That’s how fiction comes to life, you unlucky fucker. Why tell the truth? I gave the man a handshake. What other way could we show our sadness, how noise turns inside of us? How much of our body is in our moaning? Her pussy was clean, he suddenly says, she wore her favorite shoes at night, glittering silver and red. If you see her, tell her your brother’s last words were, I do not need a storm but I need your chorus mujer, then added when he reached the last block, I’ll write my name here. A story is always written in the last breath. Although we like to believe other drafts will come.

Check out more fiction from the Guernica/PEN Flash Series:

Ethel Rohan: Goodnight Nobody

Ru Freeman: Siege

Randa Jarrar: A Sailor

Vaddey Ratner: The Cripple’s Last Dance

Earl Lovelace: A Story in Which I Look Good

Reginald Dwayne Betts: Travellin’ Man

Nathalie Handal

Nathalie Handal's most recent books include the flash collection The Republics, lauded as “one of the most inventive books by one of today’s most diverse writers” and winner of the Virginia Faulkner Award for Excellence in Writing and The George Ellenbogen Poetry Award; the bestselling bilingual collection La estrella invisible / The Invisible Star; the critically acclaimed Poet in Andalucía; and Love and Strange Horses, winner of the Gold Medal Independent Publisher Book Award, which The New York Times says is “a book that trembles with belonging (and longing).” Handal is a Lannan Foundation Fellow, Centro Andaluz de las Letras Fellow, Fondazione di Venezia Fellow, and winner of the Alejo Zuloaga Order in Literature, among other honors. She is a professor at Columbia University, and writes two literary travel columns, The City and the Writer for Words without Borders and EAT: Everywhere a Tale for Popula.

One Comment on “Last Night in San Pedro de Macorís

  1. It seems editors for the flash fiction PEN Series are very fond of the word “fuck” and isn’t that overused and a sensationalized cliched curse? I want better langage than the cliched “shit “and “fuck” overused words to create false sensationaliism and daring. The Handal piece grabs you in with “eat shit”.but, does it really teach anything or have vital meaning in the sense of poetic meaning? Does it really share life experience and have a poetic moral to the fiction? It’s just surreal, sensational and sollipsistic like so much of American abstract poetry, meaningless in the age of climate catastrphe and the death of species? Maybe I’m wrong, but I’m just wondering. Vadday Ratner’s piece has more humanity. I like a flash that brings a glimmer of humanity, or the human condition, or emotional sharing, or poetic meaning that brings an “Ah Ha moment?” Am I wrong? Ah, well, there is no accounting for taste, but I imagine readers know what I mean, even if I haven’t expressed it delicately enough…. The best part of the Handal piece is her dream that her brother is alive somewhere…. That touches the heart a bit. Sensationalized sex and fuck and shit words have to lead somewhere to the “Ah Ha moment” that touches the spirit, soul, heart, truth center of the brain. Ah, cliches!

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