“Fat Little Gods” appeared in the Nov/Dec issue of The Kenyon Review
The house Fidelia grew up in sat on wooden stilts and had warped floorboards that didn’t quite meet. Scraps of garbage were swept through the cracks to fall on the chickens that lived under the house. There was no toilet, no bath, no glass in the windows, just mosquito netting stapled across empty frames. Hogs roamed the dirt lane outside; rain rattled the zinc roof; each month, the American plantation owners handed out pills for malaria and stomach parasites.
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