Havana Bay

    ‘In the quickening light floated a body as black and bloated as the inner tube it rested in. Shirt and shorts were split by the body's expansion. Hands and feet trailed in the water; a swim fin dangled casually on one foot. The head was eyeless and inflated like a black balloon.

    Across the bay a golden dome seemed to burst into flame, and the houses of the Malecon started to express their unlikely colors of lemon, rose, royal purple, aquamarine. It really was a lovely city, Arkady thought.’

Cuban artwork

Artwork by Pedro Villanueva

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