The End

by Jess

Telex From Cuba ends like the last exhalation of a long, indrawn breath.  It’s appropriate considering the outcome of la Gran Revolución.  It was Cuba’s great hope to end Batista’s tyranny and American colonialism; finally they could keep their own resources, share their wealth equitably, live the fabulous lives their tourists were enjoying.  And then things took a bloody, bitter turn.  The revolution stuttered, choked, sputtered out, ground quietly to a halt.  Then the embargo drew a dark curtain across the island, and they were heard no more.

PS.  I finally, finally got some writing done last night.  It felt good.  Like a pair of pants I haven’t been able to wear for long time that just fit so right.  Next Great American Novel, here I come!