Stories by Leon de la Garza
The city stirred early, before the hours of the sun, when a dim pink hue colored the sky. Buses new and old traversed the city and its slopes, spewing smog across the streets. Men and women filled them, half asleep still, heading to their jobs downtown. Us kids opened our eyes and breathed in the…
A disembodied hand has killed a woman. John is sitting in his bed, watching the news in disbelief. It happened at a gas station just outside the town. There is video footage on the TV. A giant white hand emerges from the darkness offscreen, floating. It’s the size of a man. The woman cannot see…