The Empanada Brotherhood (2007)
“Men Without Women Everything was quiet on January first. I felt antsy. From nine until noon I wrote a maudlin short story about a blind teenage guitarist visiting from Spain who got hit by a New York taxi and wound up in a hospital suffering from amnesia. The nurse who took care of him was practicing to be a flamenco dancer. She was beautiful but of course he couldn’t see her. I didn’t know how to end the story so it went into a pile on top of half a dozen other incomplete stories.
Time for a l...ittle break. Dressed extra-warm, I traipsed downstairs and said “Buon giorno” to Rocco, the super, who was hauling garbage cans out from the boiler room to the sidewalk. I offered to help but he grunted me off. “Vada via.”
So I walked north on West Broadway to Washington Square. All around the dreary park, tree branches were spindly naked, very black, icy cold. The dirty snow was pockmarked by a million footprints. Somebody had built seven snowpeople inside the fountain, which gurgled water only in summertime.MoreLess
Time for a l...ittle break. Dressed extra-warm, I traipsed downstairs and said “Buon giorno” to Rocco, the super, who was hauling garbage cans out from the boiler room to the sidewalk. I offered to help but he grunted me off. “Vada via.”
So I walked north on West Broadway to Washington Square. All around the dreary park, tree branches were spindly naked, very black, icy cold. The dirty snow was pockmarked by a million footprints. Somebody had built seven snowpeople inside the fountain, which gurgled water only in summertime.MoreLess
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