Only in Miami Stories from The Miami Creation Myth

Cynthia awoke to 238 missed emails, 186 missed calls, and 502 missed text messages.

Governor Santos had lined up the entire, eight-man Thing squad shoulder to shoulder against the back wall of her office.

Monica Castellanos lived in a van parked in an Atlanta campground.

Cynthia spent 20 minutes convincing a pair of police officers that, no, she wasn’t the victim of an attempted murder.

400 miles back south, a woman in a Midtown Miami apartment gave a celebratory yell so loud that three different neighbors called the cops.

The following morning, Cynthia found a new folder on her desktop.

A woman shifted on the crinkly paper pulled across the examination couch, a perturbed look on her face, staring at the “Beware of Eye Syphilis” poster.

Carlos sidestepped to the left, so Cynthia sidestepped to the left. He shifted back to the right and she mirrored his move. She gave him a nervous smile.

By the time Carlos powerwalked offstage, head down, ramrod in his pants swaying left and right with each step, the crowd was in a near-mutinous clamor.

By the time Carlos powerwalked offstage, head down, ramrod in his pants swaying left and right with each step, the crowd was in a near-mutinous clamor.