I slept that night in the room I used to have when I was a little boy, with the summer wind blowing in at the windows, bringing the smell of the ripe fields. I lay awake and watched the moonlight shining over the barn and the stacks and the pond, and the windmill making its old dark shadow against the blue sky.
Now, Mr. Antonio. I understand that there are people who are close to you who want me dead.”
“No, mija. They don’t want you dead.”
“Then explain this.” I handed him the picture.
He chuckled again.
“No, they don’t want you dead. That would be too easy. They want revenge.”
Cold sweat broke out all over me, but I kept my face calm. I looked at him straight in the eye.
“Well, then they are going to be quite disappointed, aren’t they?” I flashed my teeth at him.
“Senorita, you might want to warn Senor Smith, you see, my nephew he doesn’t like to share, and if he sees another man after you, he’ll get very, eh, aggressive.” The silver fox looked at me and winked.
“Oh, he won’t have to worry.” I said as I was walking out the door. “I doubt he will be alive long enough to know Agent Smith.”
Sometimes, people call my way of speaking ranting. Why are you always ranting and screaming, they ask. But here’s the thing…the reason why I rant is because I am a voice for many women that cannot speak out to heads of state, UN officials, and those that influence systems of oppression. And so I rant. And I will not stop ranting until my mission of equality of all girls is achieved.
Lumani had never managed a failed delivery because, in the end, no matter how skilled or how hard they fought back, pressure applied in the right places caused even the strongest men to fracture.
But this one? He'd watched her. Studied her. Observed what maybe even Uncle, the reader of people, had missed. This one was already fractured, and the lines between her broken pieces were not fissures but scar material stronger than whatever had once filled those spaces.
SUBJECT: Real original
Dear Dark Assholes,
I get the point. Showing me that you know how to log onto a computer and utilize Google must’ve taken some pretty keen strategizing on your part.
Really, really cool trick. Now leave me the hell alone.
Balsa seemed invincible, endowed with powers no other warrior could match, but in her profile he could glimpse the shadow of a young girl, hurt and buffeted by a cruel and hopeless fate. If he had never experienced what it was like to be at the mercy of fate himself, he would not have noticed, but now he could see it with unbearable, heartrending clarity.
What’s that around your neck?” asked Emily.
“It’s a golden star.” Said Reed.
“What did you get it for?”
“What’s the star for?” the shadow asked, Usually stars represent a straight A student.
“You get it for having greatness. But Emily doesn’t know what that is.” He said, answering the shadows question and looking at Emily.
“Greatness, what’s greatness?” Emily asked, all wide eyed, and clueless looking
“It’s when you do really awesome stuff, and people recognize you for it.”
“Oh, no” Emily laughed .”No, I don’t know what that is.
Standing in front of him I wipe his liquid from the corner of my mouth and stare deeply. I can see the panic in his eyes. I can smell his fear, deep, rich and growing, and for the first time tonight I’m actually aroused.