Letter From The Editor - Issue 69 - June 2019

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Issue 65
Coachwhip and Wade, Hex-tamers for Hire
by Tony Pi and K.G. Jewell
Gods of War
by Steve Pantazis
'Til Devil Do Us Part
by Jamie Gilman Kress
IGMS Audio
'Til Devil Do Us Part
Read by Alethea Kontis
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews
Vintage Fiction
Yuca and Dominoes
by José Pablo Iriarte
Bonus Material
The Story Behind the Stories
by Tony Pi and K.G. Jewell
The Story Behind the Stories
by Jonathan Edelstein

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Yuca and Dominoes
    by José Pablo Iriarte

Carmencita sways into Ana Teresa as they stagger down the sidewalk, shooting pain up and down Ana Teresa's bad leg and nearly knocking her over. The sour stench of vomit wafts off of Carmencita. She says, a little too loudly, "You're a good friend. I'm glad I'm stuck here with you."

Ana Teresa is in no mood to listen. It's Carmencita's fault they're walking through Miami's Little Havana at two o'clock in the morning, drunk and underage.

"Thanks," she says anyway. "We're not stuck, though. Keep walking; we'll make it. If we're lucky, your parents and my grandparents won't even find out."

Carmencita shakes her head. "I don't mean here. I mean, yes, here, but not here on Eighth Street. I mean all of it. We're all stuck here. ┬┐Entiendes?"

"No, but that's okay." She doesn't expect Carmencita to make sense right now anyway.

"We're stuck at Casa Varadero. Nobody . . ." she trails off. Ana Teresa puts a hand on her friend's arm to steady her. "Nobody ever leaves," she finishes at last.

"I'll leave." Damn right she will leave. She has too many awful memories tied up with the ancient apartment building for her to stay. Two more years of high school and then she is done with Casa Varadero, done with Little Havana, done with Miami, even.

"No you won't," Carmencita says, her head shaking. "It's a curse. Or something."

Ana Teresa frowns. "Don't be stupid. It's an apartment building, not a jail. People leave all the time."

"Yeah? Like who?"

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