SCENE 1 INT. LOCAL CAFE - MORNING The cafe is dimly lit, with a flickering neon sign that reads "Cafe Grizzle." Mismatched tables and chairs fill the...
My mother and stepfather had built a life in a place called Gata, a quiet little village tucked into the mountains of Extremadura. The town was like...
Dear Leonard, Let’s set the record straight—you’ve painted me as some mystical gypsy, weaving together odd brews and riddles, but let’s be honest. I...