“The evening air was cool and slick tickling across her bare chest. She kneeled beside Guillermo’s grave, and under her breath, for long minutes afterwards she mumbled prayers to guide him from the afterlife . . . She bent forward, bracing herself on her forearms, knees locked, ass hitched high like a puta patiently waiting to be mounted . . . Even before she finished [praying]. . . [h]e slid her pants down around her thighs; his fingers, feeling like they were coiled in tight, spiral vines brushed between her legs, making her whimper.” MicrofictionCirclet Press Author:Cèsar Sanchez Zapata Dia De LosMuertos
“So it was. Suicide by prostitute . . . “It’s all right,” he said, soothing her trembling arms. “You’ll be unable to control yourself. It’s an automatism . . . You won’t even remember the episode until you awaken, soaked in blood.” MicrofictionCirclet Press Author:Cèsar Sanchez Zapata The Order of the Mantis
“The neural-channeling devices attached to your head allow access to the temporal lobe . . . you can have anything you’d like. You have but to imagine it. This is, for the time being, your Elysian Fields. Endorphins and oxytocins, the psychological roots for contentment and pleasure, are released in any manner of ways: drink, drugs, pain, exercise or . . . orgasm.” MicrofictionCirclet Press Author:Cèsar Sanchez Zapata Cockaigne
“A traveler cannot present himself within two streams of consciousness simultaneously in a three-dimensional world. It’s a basic principle of dimension slips, just as identical fermions cannot occupy the same quantum state at the same time. The human mind requires the faculty to discern multiverses, manifold scales of overlapping particles, in order for synchronic subsistence to be possible . . . In layman’s terms: No ménage-a-trois for journeymen.” MicrofictionCirclet Press Author:Cèsar Sanchez Zapataneyman