Short fiction. Herrera, Panama.

Chitré, Herrera, Panama
Fonda. Not Jane, the chow mein kind
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Don Quixote would’ve loved Coclé. Windmills everywhere and still no shortage of bad ideas.
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A week or so without rain in Chitré. Vultures too thirsty to fly.
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Some things don’t break. They thin.
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The worst warnings aren’t the loud ones. It’s the light that stays on for weeks.
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