today football scores football scores at football livescore
Book Reviews
Movie Reviews
Music Reviews
Short Stories
Home » Guest Writers

Ancestors Living in Casitas

Submitted by on March 30, 2009 – 7:31 am 2 Comments

Ancestors Living in Casitas
by vanessa carlisle

The first time Wendy gave in to José she had, in what should have been her moment of rapture, the peculiar sensation that she was being judged by hundreds of his matrilineal ancestors who thought she was bony, pasty, and devoid of soul, and when she confessed this to him, confusedly trying to articulate how she had felt the gaze of his dead grandmother, great-grandmother, and so on, while his living breath filled the hollow of her collar bone, he told her, “Don’t worry about them,” and he proceeded to remove from the wall seven small ceramic dioramas of perfect Colombian homes and storefronts, all hand-painted and brought with him from Bogotá, which he lay in a row face down on the floor while whispering in their windows and doors, “Por favor, abuelitas, I need this woman,” his muscled hands lightly touching each one, and then he turned smiling to Wendy, who was nude and propped up on her elbows, wide-eyed with the terrible honor of being chosen, and José kissed her toes, which no one had ever done before; so, breathing the hot smell of their shared pillowcase, Wendy let her muscles loosen like oily ribbons under his certainty, mistaking her gratitude for love.


Leave a comment!

You must be logged in to post a comment.