A.P Hernández

"There will always persist in my mind the sound of dead leaves crunching under my feet and that wisp of warm air that caressed my face like invisible hands. I walked a few steps and simply fell to the ground without life." This may well be the end of a novel, but on Despair Avenue, it is only the beginning. With his death, the protagonist is trapped in a kind of threshold, somewhere between alive and dead. His journey takes him to his old place of...