Spanish Men Are All The Same


Rank and foul, the old man was in his wine. He would not shut up. The same stories of the Republic, delivered in his slurry Catalonian lisp. For the hundredth time he told how his nephew, ten years old, smuggled a bomb into Franco’s headquarters, a bomb disguised as a picnic basket.
The filthy old bastard grinned. He held up a slice of baguette.
“We were told to send a girl. But we knew the guard was a pederast.” He drove his grimy finger into the bread, twisting it back and forth. “Too bad the bomb did not go off.”

13 thoughts on “Spanish Men Are All The Same

  1. You could feel the anger of the rank and foul old man as he told his tale. Driving his grimy finger into the bread and twisting it back and forth told it all (if we didn’t already know it.) A tale where you dislike every character in it but love the story.

  2. Agreed with Anonymous and Björn, that old revolutionary chose immoral tactics
    but the foe he faced had it coming and too bad the bomb missed IMHoO, Tay.

  3. A compelling portrayal of an ugly character and his experience. The title is intriguing, as is the ambiguity of the narrator’s attitude. I think he’s not without regret for what happened to his nephew, despite his seemingly dismissive ‘Too bad …’.