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The Fields of Santa Clara


Father Pepe swept the volcanic ash off the sidewalk leading to his church. The narrow shoulders on his slight frame moved back and forth in rhythm as he worked his way down the walkway.  A young man approaching middle age, Father Pepe appeared delicate but wiry.

The volcano had never erupted in an explosion of lava. Instead, it constantly belched out the ash that covered the town of Santa Clara and the fields of coffee plants nearby, like God emptied his ashtray over the land.

What happens to Father Pepe and the village of Santa Clara? Find out in:

The Fields of Santa Clara now in The Bookends Review