The moon yawns across the sky as La Limonada viciously flushes all its waste into the only sewer channel that runs along El Palomar. La Limonada knows what its doing as the sewer water rises to overtake old Irma-Colocha’s shack. The corrugated metal wall facing the channel screams in pain to hold back the sewer water, but the force is too great and the wall gives way. Irma-Colocha’s table tiptoes through the water, carrying with it the stove, a box of matches, a half gone candle and remnants of a spider’s leg. The red bucket responsible for safeguarding her one bowl, two and half spoons and four coffee cups drifts away, saving only itself. The nail that crucifies last year’s calendar screams to the door it will never let go. The small wardrobe tips and drowns. Her pillow swims away. The old mattress feels the cold stabbings of sewage water while two bamboo plants shift and symmetrically screw themselves around the shack dragging it as the current devours what’s left of it. Once the flood subsided, water’s wake, used condoms, wet toilet paper and fish skeletons swimming in shit mark a trail of desolation. And in the distance, filthy and gasping for air, Irma-Colocha stares at the vacant lot where her home stood, and as she dusted her self off she had the perfect spot for her new home.


This is an excerpt from my collection of short stories titled "Rip City: Stolen Stories from La Limonada." It's currently an unpublished work.  






Nudo de la Soledad

The Acentos Review

The Institutionalized Cruelty

of Separation: My Story

The Anarres Project

José y la estación de autobuses

RIO grande review (RGR)

Aka La Limonada


My Trail of Tears

Going Places: True Tales of young travelers

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Roboton, Jupa and Calicas have just been drafted by the city of La Limonada to patrol, rob, intimidate, extort, kill and when necessary to protect those citizens that need it; as their crime spree progresses their tactics and abilities improve shaping them into criminal machines. The three new criminals will be tasked with the reality of destroying people’s lives in order to insure La Limonada maintains its dominion over every citizen by controlling every aspect of their past, present and future. Many of those citizens are clueless on how they are controlled; it isn’t until their last moments when they realize they could have escaped the dictatorship of La Limonada. Other victims are just the waste to their circumstances and they need to be dealt with any means necessary. The few who survive an attack by La Limonada will have a choice to bring awareness to their fellow citizens; ultimately they will be instrumental on sparking the rebellion that will lead La Limonada into a war. The victims of each story become the protagonist of their own crude reality as well as their position on the social hierarchy imposed on to them because a poor class must exist for La Limonada to rule them all.