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Fed up, in a stagnant relationship with an emotionally-abusive boyfriend, Bailey enlists the help of quiet, unnoticed, underappreciated Bernardo Castillo, who works the luxury Miami Beach high rise in which she stays.
Bernardo will have to dredge up the shady past he’s long worked to tamp down in order to set off on a journey of vengeance that will reshape and morph each person engulfed along its way.
Icarus Over Collins is a short, punchy revenge story as cracked and slivered as hot Miami pavement.
Tras la trágica caída accidental de su amigo, Bailey Cohen descubre que imágenes del cadáver han sido clandestinamente descargadas a redes sociales. Por alguien muy cercana.
Bailey contara con la ayuda de Bernardo Castillo, empleado del condominio lujoso en Miami Beach cuya Bailey habita.
En nombre de su amigo fallecido, Bernardo y Bailey tendrán que excavar sus pasados umbríos en camino hacia la venganza. Un viaje que reformara a todos envueltos.
Icarus Over Collins es un cuento de venganza tan caluroso y rajado como las aceras bordeando todo Miami.
En esos dias. . .
Tocabas la puerta dos veces. Yo respondía con tres golpes. Then, go around back and wait for me. Dimelo. ¿Que necesitas? Que lo tengo todo, hermano. Cigarros Americanos, europeos, chinos, cochinchinos. If it’s rolled up to smoke, I got it. Playboys? Dale. Tirate tremenda paja. ¿Manteca ‘pa concinar? Buen provecho.
Ahora. Eso si. No vuelvas por lo menos una semana. You get caught, we never met. I get caught, you’re done. Mas te vale because I know people. How do you think I got all that shit? Want to stay in business for life? Keep people happy, give them what they need, and don’t fuck them over doing it. That’s the key. Whether you’re tremendo yanqui en la yuma, Brasilero socialista, o te encuentras en completamente-al-reves Cuba. Don’t fuck anyone over
En esos días, me llamaban Cuca; corto para Cucaracha. Tenia tremendas ganas de salir de Cuba. hasta los cojones ya con la política, the struggle, snitches on every corner. Ya, pa’ la pinga, Send me, us, somewhere else. Had it just been me, I’d have been out of there long ago, but I had an anchor to the island: Eugenia Cartas.
Hector Duarte, Jr. is a writer/educator out of Miami, Fl, where he lives with his wife, son, and cat. His fiction has been published widely online and in print, like the recent anthologies Pa Que Tu Lo Sepas: Stories to Benefit the People of Puerto Rico, and Shotgun Honey Presents Volume 4: Recoil. In September of 2018, Shotgun Honey Books published his full-length short story collection Desperate Times Call. He welcomes you to follow him on Twitter.
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Thanks for the great excerpt! The book sounds very interesting.
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