![]() ![]() I’m not sure the horseman is going to give a shit. She huffs out a laugh, but her eyes are back on the road, the weathered skin around them pinched.Īlongside me, people hold jugs of wine, sacks of coffee beans, buckets of freshly caught fish, baskets of flower petals to shower the ground with, purses filled with jewelry, stacks of the finest fabrics-and everything in between. ![]() “What?” I say, giving her an innocent look. “Stop picking fights,” Elvita chastises me. ![]() The woman gasps, looking thoroughly scandalized, but bustles on. “Last night your son called me something a little different,” I say, giving her a wink. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that.Īn older woman bumps my shoulder as she passes by. I don’t know if anything will go back to the way it once was. Even most of the bordello’s inhabitants have slipped out when no one was looking. Our neighbors have locked up their homes, packed up whatever valuable possessions they own, and retreated. Most of the seaside town where I spent the last five years is abandoned. I follow her gaze to the empty road that curves out of sight around one of the hills Laguna is nestled against. She should be frightened, but I don’t tell her that. If she’s frightened, she doesn’t show it. I don’t know why the rest of Laguna is still here they don’t have the same excuse that I do. I stand with what’s left of my town, our bodies lining the road. ![]() The coastal breeze blows against my skirt and ruffles my dark hair. Call it intuition, but I knew that fucker would come back. ![]()
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