Tag: searching for florecitas at the supermercado

Searching for Florecitas at the SupermercadoWe walk, my brother and I, as the cool breath of night yields to the slow, sticky press of morning. Condado’s half-lit streets shimmer under retreating shadows, sidewalks smoothed by wealth, indifferent to our steps. Beach condos glow in the thinning dark, their balconies high as forgetting. Somewhere in this…