Winter 1979 • Vol. I No. 1 Fiction |

Summer

From the Spanish.  In the late afternoon Florencio went down to the cabin with his little girl, taking the back road full of holes and loose stones that only Mariano and Zulma were up to following in their jeep. Zulma opened the door for them, and Florencio thought that her eyes looked as if she had been peeling onions. Mariano appeared from the other room, he told them to come in, but Florencio only wanted to ask them to take care of the little girl until the next morning because he had to go to the coast on an urgent matter and there was nobody in the village he could ask to do him this favor. Of course, said Zulma, leave her, don't worry, we'll set up a bed for her here downstairs. Come on in and have a drink, Mariano insisted, it'll only take five minutes, but Florencio had left his car in the village square, he had to take off right away; he thanked them, kissed his little girl who had already spotted the stack of magazines on the bench. When the door closed, Zulma and Mar

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Julio Cortázar (1914-1984) was an Argentine novelist, short story writer, and essayist.

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