Old Clothes on the Clothesline: The Sad Story of Diego Gayo

“Why don’t you write a short story about those old clothes hanging on that clothesline on the side of the abandoned building next door to us? They’ve been there untouched for the four years we have lived here,” my wife said to me the other day as I was moping around wondering what to do after I had just finished a major writing project about public art in Oviedo. So this is the result. It is a place-based story, and those who aren’t familiar with Oviedo, Spain and its history may find it a little confusing. (Not to mention the liberties I take with the first/third person omniscience.) It is a dark ghost story, and trigger warning: the story contains rape and suicide.