Gazpacho

“It does not matter how many times my wife says imagine. I do not try to do as she asks. Instead, I make gazpacho.” This is the conclusion to which the speaker of the story comes, after years of yearning, disappointment, and heartbreak. Living on the Mexican side of the Mexico–United States border, he decides the best he can do is offer cold, refreshing soup to boys heading to America–or being forced to return. This short story follows the speaker from an age of innocence to one of experience.