30DoSS 3

The El Camino was jacked so low that Felipe was surprised not to see sparks following along it.  The paint job was a sweet metallic purple up front that faded to a dark jade flecked with something that shimmered like mother of pearl in the back.  The only thing Felipe thought was missing from it was some kind of art on the hood.  Maybe a sweet ass mamacita with a huge rack.  Maybe the Blessed Mother.  Either would be pretty dope.  He could hear the bass cranking out from the ride.  It was something fast and heavy.

The car stopped in front of the house and Felipe pushed off the chain link fence he had been leaning against.  He crushed out a cigarette on the bottom of his boot and slid it into the pocket of his oversized and baggy jeans.  He walked over to the curb and stopped to wait.

The hydraulics hissed as the car rose.  The driver side door opened and Felipe watched as Lalo got out and walked around the front of the car over to him.  Lalo was shorter than he remembered, but  12 years was a long time.  He definitely spent time working the irons though, probably to make up for his height.  Lalo’s white muscle shirt showed off arms painted with tattoos.  He had a tightly trimmed black beard that met up with a thick goatee.  A wide white bandana covered from his eyebrows up to the top of his head and his black hair was slicked back behind it.

Lalo nodded his head once at Felipe and they slapped hands when he got close.

“What’s up ese’?  Long time, eh?”

“Yeah man, long time.”

They stood there silent for a few seconds.

“Nice house you got here Flip.”

“It’s mi abuelita’s.  Come on in.”  He opened the gate and Lalo walked through first.  He stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked into the house.

“I’ve got some Coor’s in the fridge,” he pushed past him and walked up the stairs and opened the front door for Lalo.

“Nah, I’m good, thanks.  Why’d you call me man?”

“We were tight back in the day, yo?  Not even a letter?  That’s cold.”

Lalo didn’t say a word, just stared at him.

“Yeah.  Anyway.  I heard about you.  I need your help.  You have to believe me but I didn’t spray those kids.  I mean, I did bad shit, and I deserved Chino but I didn’t never shoot no one like that.  I’ve changed and it kills me that she thought I did that.”  Felipe’s eyes were wet and a real tear trailed down between the black tattooed ones.  “Can you help me?”

“I don’t do that shit anymore.  Not since Victorville, five, six years back.  Sorry man, I can’t help you.”

“Don’t do me like this!”

“She left you this house, man.  She was cool with you.  Let it go, eh?”

“You owe me.  I saved your ass.  I did time at juvie for you.  Tell me you didn’t forget when you said you’d make it right.  This will make us square, Lalo.”

Lalo turned and looked around the small house.  The walls were papered with pictures in a variety of frames.  He looked in close and noticed that in many of them a face was cut out.  He looked at one of a Boy’s Club baseball team and smiled when he saw himself at 9 years old.  Felipe’s arm was around his shoulder but if Lalo didn’t remember that he wouldn’t have known who it was.  Felipe’s face was the one that missing from all of the pictures.  Lalo looked over his shoulder at Felipe and took in a deep breath.

“Okay man, I’ll do it.  Swear on her soul that you didn’t do it.  Look me in the eye and tell me straight up that you weren’t tripping balls at the time and maybe just forgot.”

“I swear on my own mother’s soul” he made the sign of the cross “that I didn’t shoot those kids.”

Lalo sighed.  “Why didn’t you say something before?  Why take the fall?”

“I was fucked up, and I did some shit, I told my PD but she was a dipshit so I took the plea.”

“Alright I’ll do this, but then my debt’s clear.”


“Okay, park on the couch and no matter what happens Keep your mouth shut and don’t move.”

Felipe walked over to the couch and sat down.

Lalo walked around the room stopping to pick up a few different small nicknacks and examining them closely before putting them back.  Finally he picked up an old white rosary.

He began to whisper softly to himself and reached up and pulled his bandana off his forehead.  Felipe saw there was something sewed into the inside of the bandana but Lalo slipped it into his pocket quickly as he closed his eyes.

When Lalo opened his eyes the world had shifted to a washed out version of it.  Everything was whitewashed like an overexposed photograph.  He heard a soft weeping coming from the bedroom and walked toward the closed door.  He opened it and staggered back as if buffeted by a strong wind.  The weeping became a wail and his hands covered his ears but couldn’t block out the sound.  He forced himself to enter the room and in an instant the whitewashed world went the inverted blacks of a negative.

A tiny woman sat on the couch with her face buried in her hands.  Long white hair whipped around wildly caught up in the tempest of her despair.

“Abuelita.”  Lalo’s voice was a whisper but he knew she would hear it.  She looked over at him.

“Eduardito?  Is it really you?”  Her voice shook.  “What did I do wrong?  How did he go so bad?”  She shrieked again and flickered for a moment as she did so.  “Why would he kill those babies especially after his mama.”

“Why are you here, Abuelita?  It is long passed your time.”

“I tried Eduardo.  When she died, I tried to raise him right.  I took him to mass every Sunday.  I keep thinking of the things I could have done.  I keep trying to go back but I can’t.”  She flickered again, softer this time.

“He didn’t do it.”  She looked at him.  “And he’s changed.  I know him like a brother, abuelita, and I know his heart.  It breaks because he thinks you believe he shot those kids.  He didn’t.  If you don’t believe him, believe me.  Look at me.”

She looked up from her hands from the first time and he saw her change.  “You are beautiful, Lalo.  Are you an angel?”

He couldn’t stop himself from laughing.  “No, far from it.  Your Felipe, he has a good soul.  It is hard to see, God knows I forgot myself.  He saved my life when we were young, abuelita.  Did you know that?  I did some stupid things and when the cops came he said he’d get me.  I remember, he said ‘you’re too soft for juvie.  They’ll break you there.  They’ll make you like me.’  He saved me in ways I don’t even know.”

The woman got up off the bed and walked toward him.  The blackness began to crack like an old mirror.  She began to fade as she walked toward Lalo and when she go to him she was only slightly more than a shadow.  She grabbed him by the cheeks and gave him a kiss.  She spoke into his ear.  “You were always a good boy, Lalo.  Look in the bottom of my jewelry box.  There is something for him there.  Thank you.”  She was gone.

Lalo took in a deep breath and opened his eyes.  Felipe was sitting on the couch watching him intently.

Lalo walked into the kitchen.  He wasn’t in shape for this kind of thing anymore.  He hadn’t realized how weak he had become since Victorville, but decided it didn’t really matter because he was done now for sure.  He took the bandana out of his pocket and made sure that the symbols were aligned correctly before tying it back on his forehead.  He opened the small fridge and took out two cans of beer.  He walked back into the living room and tossed one Felipe, who caught it out of the air.  He started to say something but Lalo held up his hand.  He was still too tired to talk and wasn’t exactly sure what he would say.

Instead he walked into the bedroom and when he came out he had a small jewelry box.  He sat down on the couch next to Felipe and handed him the box.

“She said there is something in there for you.  On the bottom.”  Lalo opened the beer and drained it down.

Felipe opened the box and pulled out the jewelry and sat it on the coffee table.  There was a small folded photograph which he pulled out with shaking hands.  He opened it up and smiled at the picture of him and his abuelita on the beach and the tears flowed freely.  He showed the picture to Lalo.  “She took me to the beach after my mom died.   She said she had to remind me that even on the worst day, there is beauty in this world.  The ocean is God’s way of showing us of that.”

“She never lost hope in you.  She couldn’t cut this picture.”  They sat on the couch in silence.


30DoSS1 – The Wolf

The Wolf walked down the center aisle of the mall.  His head was tipped slightly up so his bottom just jutted out.  He felt it gave him a slight lupine appearance and he couldn’t help but admire himself in the reflection of the shop windows.  He was lean and strong, his dark hair cut short and somewhat shaggy.  He was wearing his hunting clothes – a black Ed Hardy pull over hoodie with a stylized howling wolf.  The board bag on his back always looked to him like a riled mane.

“I am a predator,” he thought to himself,  “I am the hunting wolf.”

A group of young girls walked past him chattering as they did so.  One of the girls said something he couldn’t quite hear and the rest burst out laughing.  The Wolf’s face flushed red with humiliation.  He turned and watched them as the moved around to surround a hair extension kiosk.  There were too many of them.  The Wolf reminded himself of how wolves hunt.  He couldn’t separate one of them off without the others noticing.

“Besides, they don’t smell like prey.”

They all laughed again as one of the girls (the Alpha?) put a clip in hair and acted like someone they all apparently knew.  The Wolf was satisfied that they weren’t laughing at him anyway.

A hunger gnawed in his belly, momentarily distracting him.  He almost didn’t notice when the Prey passed.  He caught her scent and glanced at her.  It was sweet like cotton candy and fit her.

Her long blond hair was tied back in a pony tail that swished as she walked away from him.  She was smaller than the Wolf though the pink sleeveless down vest buffed her out a bit.  She looked to be in her mid 20s and she was alone.  The Wolf turned casually and began to stalk her from a distance.  She went into a trendy clothing store and the Wolf bought himself a pretzel and a small drink from the shop across the way.  He sat on the wooden bench facing the store and began to eat slowly, confident in his camouflage.  He tore small bits of the pretzel and made it last nearly the full half hour that the Prey was in the store.

When she finally emerged she had two large bags with her, one in each hand as she began to walk back the way they had come.  The Wolf smiled.  This was good.  He had worried that she would spend the remaining hour that the mall was open wandering around.  That would mean she left as the rest of the sheep did.  She glanced at her watch and increased her pace.  Even better.  She was obviously distracted which would make the hunt easier.

He followed about 20 feet behind her.  He would occasionally catch her scent again and every time it happened he would breathe deeply.  He exited the mall proper into the parking garage and glanced down the lane toward the Prey.  She was still walking down the row.  He smiled and pulled the board bag off his back and pulled out the skateboard.  He didn’t ride it very well, but it was useful.  He started down the garage making sure to stay in the middle of the car lane and well away from her side.  He had both of his hands in the tube front pocket of his hoodie.  His right hand found the hard plastic grip of the taser.

The Prey turned at the sound of the skateboard getting closer.  The Wolf nodded his head slightly at her and smiled as he leaned away from her causing the skateboard to move to the opposite side of the lane from her.  She smiled back and stepped a bit closer to the row of cars to allow him even more room to pass before turning her back to him and continuing toward her car.  The Wolf glanced over his shoulder at the entrance to the mall.  Still clear.  It was time to pounce.

He swerved toward her and pushed forward once with his leg.  She started to turn again but the taser was already out.  He fired it at the Prey and the two needles bit easily though the down vest and into her skin.  Her entire body locked up and she fell to the ground.  The Wolf stepped off the skateboard and flipped it onto its back. He took his left hand out his pocket holding the ether soaked rag.  He kept the current running as he put it over her mouth.  When he finally released the trigger lever she was unconscious.

He dragged her between the cars and felt in her pockets for the keys to her car.  He found them and picked up his skateboard and put it in one of the bags she had been carrying before taking both of them in his hand.  He glanced toward the entrance again and saw no one.  A car started up on one of the other floors though so he had to hurry.  He pressed the button on the keys to unlock the car.  He heard the beep and saw the lights flash on a red Volkswagon five cars away.  He left her there but took the bags with him as he ran to her car.  He opened the door and through the bags onto the floor of the front seat.

He froze for a moment and breathed deeply, relishing the sugar sweet odor of her scent as he slid into the driver’s seat.  It was a tight fit but he would just adjust the seat later.  He started up the engine and slid it into reverse.  He backed up next to where the Prey lay unconscious and reached across the passenger seat and unlocked the door and pushed it open.  He jumped out of the car and ran around to where she lay.

The door to the mall was opening and he could see someone struggling to get a cart through the door.  He tossed the Prey into the back seat and covered her quickly with the bags.  He checked the mirror and saw a middle aged man pushing the cart up the aisle, away from him.  The Wolf let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, adjusted the mirror, and pulled the hoodie back over his head, making sure to conceal his face as much as possible.  He smiled as he took another deep intoxicating breath of the Prey’s scent and drove out of the parking garage, turning toward his lair.

30 days of shitty stories

Finally, getting a bit of sleep and settling into a routine. My writing chops are a bit rusty both in terms of making love to the English language and hooking up with my muse at a regular time. Yep, 2 sex analogies in the same sentence are both appropriate because I am having performance anxiety when it comes to my writing. I don’t know about you, but the less time I spend doing something the more valuable that time becomes. What I write I want to be awesome because I am only writing for such a limited amount of time.

That is utter bullshit, by the way, but the mind is a tricksy little minx. So, to kick start things I am giving myself permission to suck. In fact, I am expecting it.

Be warned that everything here is horribly unpolished first draft stuff. Be warned. Since I don’t know what I will be writing it might even be completely absurd, terrifyingly unoriginal, borderline pornographic or anything in between. The goal is just to write. One new story every day for the next 30 days.

A story has a beginning, a middle, and an end (hopefully) and that is really all I am working on. Words that move forward and end up on this digital paper.

Feel free to read it, or not. Expect it to suck, but there might be something pretty in there purely on accident.

Care to join me?