Short Fiction

  • Sergio Pitol
    A woman prepares to sleep in a train berth, draped in blue silk pajamas. She has taken a sleeping pill to travel as if floating on air. However, before the pill takes effect, she begins another journe...
  • Sergio Pitol, Margo Glantz, Carlos Monsiváis
    I know my name is Victorio. I know people think I’m mad (a fiction that at times infuriates me; and others merely amuses me). I know I'm different from the others, but my father, my sister, my cousin...
  • Cristina Rivera Garza
    The light is magnificent, yellow and flickering as if a body. Through the windows it’s pouring, the rain rushes through them with unusual force, it soaks everything; but it too is serene, calm, even....
  • Cristina Rivera Garza
    It isn’t a good idea to repeatedly ask yourself why you live in an estuary. Upon doing so, upon asking yourself so many times, moreover if you do so before a mirror, it’s very likely that you’ll end u...
  • Sergio Pitol
    When she opened her handbag in search of her creams, the blue silk pajamas that her sister Beatriz had bought for her in India and that were so comfortable, her slippers, and a bottle of sleeping pill...
  • Cristina Rivera Garza
    I answered the ad in the paper at the end of February. Barely two months into the New Year and I already knew that with my forced diet of sunflower seeds, rye bread, and raw vegetables I wouldn’t surv...
  • Cristina Rivera Garza
  • Yoss
    By Yoss
    Her name may be Svieta, 11 years old, but she may look older. One of those typical girl-women of the tropics. From a poor family, a neighborhood on the outskirts, a broiler. Naughty, sure of hersel...
  • Yoss
    By Yoss
    January. The 2:34pm sun enters the house unimpeded through the back window, barely held up by a clumsy piece of carpentry. The big rusted nails split through the wood. Only a sheet of nylon prevents t...
  • Yoss
    By Yoss
    The door-slam sounds like a gunshot. With an empty expression and watery eyes, Julia keeps looking at the sheet of plywood shaking from the blow, for long seconds. Later she gets up, and with her hand...
  • JM Soto
    By JM Soto
    Fifteen years have gone by and I’m still living in that same apartment, surrounded by the same furniture, bar a piece or two, by the same smells and textures that remain despite the coats of paint, du...
  • Brenda Lozano
    The gorilla, sprawled on a rock, contemplates the mop and bucket forgotten by the zookeeper. Were it earlier, had he a group of children in front of him, the gorilla would cudgel them with the mop. Bu...
  • Alberto Chimal
    There are two men in the video.  They're walking between the cars through the parking garage.  The camera is attached to the ceiling, or maybe to one of the concrete pillars, and both are moving away...