Silenced

Photo credit at C.E.Ayr Thank you Sir.

Silenced
by T. Delaplain

“May I?”, La Señora lifted her wrist to check the time. “A text will arrive on the mobile in your left pocket in exactly twenty seconds. I assume that’s your phone Nando,” she raised a brow in invitation. “Trust me, by then “El Jefe’s” blood will be a faint whisper on the cafe floor and even the gringo’s news will have been sterilized.”

Ten, nine
“Remember that delicious summer, when we both had dreams? Look around. This is what it looks like beyond the tracks.”
Eight, seven,
Pop, pop
“Poor Nando, sweet dreams babe.”
“You’re late to the party Tomas, now get someone in here to neutralize this mess.”

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Gracias Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple for hosting this little fiesta.

An interesting thing happens when you live in your little expat bubble in Mexico. The news is managed for you. Unpleasant news literally disappears almost before it happens.
However if you leave the safety of the rabbit warren, you will hear your Mexican neighbors. Be forewarned, they’ll talk. They’ll talk about a shooting behind the hotel leaving two dead and the promise of more to follow. They’ll talk about the last time. They’ll talk about their love for their community and the safety of their children. They’ll get upset about drug related shootings which shouldn’t happen in their tranquil town. They won’t sweep news under the carpet as if it never happened. They will be given the opportunity to be feel uncertain, to be cautious, and to share their grief as a community.
Let us pray that after January 20th that we still have freedom of the press in estados unidos or my rant will fall on deaf ears just like it does here in the bubble of paradise.