Fiction

The “Cursed” Amulet

A Misadventures of Montoya and Rose short story “This is not the amulet, Rose,” Montoya hoists up a necklace with chunky turquoise beads and a centerpiece of a carved flat stone. “This is the amulet of protection,” he purses his lips, “if the name were to be directly translated…”  Rose sniffs, crossing his sweaty arms. Around them, water drips from…