A New York city journalist travels to Central America to discover the secret of the red ants. He encounters a mysterious colonel who does not wish him well.
I’m trekking to Tegucigalpa from my new bureau in New York to meet with a man who is, for now, just a murmur on the telephone. He knows of me, he said, having read my articles on corruption in Asia. In a tumble of whispers he said it was the murder of his wife that drove him to it. He’ll give me a story on the drug trade and its soldiers in Central America, called by the natives, los mochomos: the red ants.
Category: Publication pending short story. Genres: Magical realism, psychological
© Avril Adams, 2022
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