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Major Temple: A Short Story

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Major Temple
There was nothing to do. I saw her and that was that. I met her and then she was gone. She walked out of my life like a gust of wind that passes by, unnoticed. I loved her, at least I thought I loved her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her curly dark hair, the way she talked, and the way she moved when she walked swinging her arms so freely. Who will tell her how my heart feels? She told me things that I didn’t want to hear. She said that she didn’t belong to no one. A drug dealer had been her boyfriend since she was eighteen. He had given her everything, everything I couldn’t give her. “Then, he was shot, murdered, dead. The cons had taken over the plaza where he distributed drugs.” she said. “The remains of his body were found inside a black construction plastic-bag. When powerful drug cartels take over, everyone else dies. Not just a normal death, a cruel death. They make sure no one else dares to mess with their territory. That’s how it is. That’s fricking Mexico.” She blew a cloud of smoke and looked at me with those black-miserable eyes. …show more content…

He was yet another god who requested blood as a payment for his services. A lady who was there, was touching the statue with her eyes closed and her mouth was moving as if saying some kind of prayer. “habarabarabahara,” that’s all I understood. The origins of the Aztec empire had been the same as other civilizations that have walked on this earth. Like the Mayas, and the Egyptians, the Aztecs had the same beginnings full of dreams, same continuation of flourishing and establishment, and the same end of disappearing and leaving only artifacts of their existence. I walked to other areas of the ancient building, inspected everything I thought was important and ignored everything I thought wasn’t. I breathed through my nostrils, closed my eyes, opened them again, and though about the birth of the

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