Stories featuring The Education of Marco Flores
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I See You, You See Me
“This is your dream, Marco,” Two Rabbit said. “So you tell me: why are we here? Why do you need to see the funeral again?” Photo by Mait Jüriado
Chug!
100 bottles of pulque on the wall, 100 bottles of pulque! Take one down, pass it around! Photo by larry&flo.
No Such Thing As Ghosts
A single question burned hot in her mind since she’d heard the disquieting news: Where was Audra Fairgood? Photo by Bob Jagendorf.
Have Mercy on Me, O God
Marco knew little of death, had not felt its icy fingers upon the heart, but in that moment, Marco came to know death’s song.
A Beautiful Cacophony
The cards felt good in Marco’s hands — they had the worn feel of old paper and pulsed with the warm undercurrent of Satsuko’s energy. Photo by LE
Down the Rabbit Hole
“Everything has more than one story, and every story has more than one point of view. If you know the stories, you can access all the power of the universe.” Art by Katie Knutson
Dead Man for a Partridge
The words of the Christmas carol echoed in his mind, and Marco felt Rubio’s death wash freshly over him. This was all his fault.
Know Him By His Name
Would he, Marco, be a different boy if he had been called Ignacio or Andrés? How much of a person’s fate could be attributed to his name? Photo by Andreanna.