Photograph — Alex Waterhouse-Hayward

She drank more and more merlot. I’d swear she was flirting with me under her veil. I offered to drive her back to the Bronx.

“Shut up,” she said. And then Alicia startled me. She reached under her veil with one finger and flicked away a tear.

“I loved to be their lookout. I’d dance in the street, while Uncle Tiny bust his balls, carrying sinks on his back. And my other tío, this old man. I always danced for him, like Salome. I haven’t danced ever since. Now I live…”

Alice’s Eyes from Jerome Charyn’s Bitter Bronx –Thirteen Stories

The Colt Tanya’s Legs

Dee — Eddie Carmel clung to her bones

The Polish Rider at the Frick

Wolf dogs in Central Park

The little duchess

The electric dark at the King Cole

The cat lady’s kiss Seducing a cockroach

Link to: Flicked Away A Tear

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