As the vivid tones of ocean and sand gave way to a more downcast layer, the heat began to fade. Far-off, bronze spots clustered toward every conceivable entrance, carrying fluorescent lines.… more
Writer: Israel A. Bonilla
Love—
FICTION by Israel A. BonillaFive years I had tended to an increasingly severe depression. It had no identifiable beginning. Or if it did, we were not aware of it. The liveliness of her manner dimmed in a strange progression. Her highs were always attaining the same height, but her lows found newer and newer depths. Until the highs became a tolerable apathy, then nothing. … more
