Cuba

By the Sea by Cristina Garcia (EXCERPT from King of Cuba)

By the Sea by Cristina Garcia (EXCERPT from King of Cuba)

El Comandante gazed out the window at the stale light of another tropical morning, at the long curve of crumbling seaside buildings. Spindly, sun-sick palms splintered the skies with their spiky fronds. The sea was a rumpled bed of blues. The usual lovebirds tangled on the malecón, verging on public fornication. He’d passed laws against such displays but it hadn’t deterred the couples. The seawall remained theirs, as it had for generations of lovers before them.