Author: Julian dela Cerna

I am barren and dried-up. But I swirl my body around, fling my arms wide, thrust my head round and round, and trip a nimble measure with my feet; I am dancing for rain.

The Wait

Nine days after her husband left for another woman, Elda, after discovering she was pregnant, became worried. She knelt crouching over the chamber pot that morning, retching air, and spewing spit, her stomach contracting as though her innards were being…