Imagine by Lucy Fridkin
Vas Con Dios
The playa was quiet, a lazy wave lapped the sand and a gull called down the sun. The salt from the sea and the sweat of the afternoon mingled. The courtship had been fast by design: a smoldering glance and a short skirt.
Not nearly enough time to savor the revenge.
He slithered to his back and whispered a vulgar invitation. She lifted the damp sheet and slid over him.
Given the perfect angle, what was a girl to do?
The dagger plunge between his ribs. It seemed a shame to rush his demise but justice was often swift.
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This was in my town’s square outside of one of the oldest missions in Baja Mexico. The dancers were celebrating Revolutionary Day.
La senorita está esperando y esperando bailar
Photo by T. Delaplain