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Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 30: Drop The Maybe
By Patrick Cabello Hansel Luz and Angel walked in silence to the cemetery. The clouds had disappeared, and the nearly first quarter moon hung like a bowl tipped up to pour out blessings. They stopped by the closed gates and looked at the sky together. Midnight passed, and the slow December march t the dawn began quietly. “Do you think we”'re going to die?” Angel asked Luz. “Yes””I mean everyone has to die,” she answered. “No””are we going to die soon?” His lip began to curve into the same shape as the moon. “I don”'t know””why?” (more…)
Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 29: Hammer And Chalice And Jail
By Patrick Cabello Hansel As the evening rolled on, and Luz became warmer, the little man in the corner””if indeed he was a man””played a mournful, soulful tune on his violin. Luz realized she was humming along, and was about to ask where the song came from, but the old woman spoke first, almost as if she heard Luz”' question in her mind. “Yes, that”'s an old Swedish folk tune,” the woman said. “But we sing that at my uncle”'s church,” Luz said. “It”'s called “Soplo ”¦” She began to sing, “Soplo de Dios Viviente”¦” “About the breath, the wind of God, am I right?” the woman asked. “Yes!” Luz replied. “But how did you know that?” “Oh, that song is sung in many lands,” she said. “It started in Sweden. Or should I say, it came from Sweden. Where it started, nobody knows.” “The breath, the wind of [...]
Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 28: POINT THEM TOWARDS THE FIRE
By Patrick Cabello Hansel Sit down, dear. You must be so cold. Let me take your wrap, and have a nice cup of tea.” So spoke the old woman into whose house Luz had stumbled. She didn”'t realize how cold she was until she found herself in the warmth of this woman”'s house, a house full of candles and music and smells of baking. For the first time in a long time, Luz felt safe. “Take off your boots, hon,” the woman said, even before Luz realized that her feet were freezing. “Just point them toward the fire, and they”'ll get warm soon enough.” Luz gratefully tugged off her boots, and as she did, she felt something loosening its grip on her chest. A longing, a gratefulness poured out of her. “Thank you so much”, she said to the old woman. “I didn”'t know where to go, and then I heard your voice calling me.” Luz didn”'t say that the old woman”'s voice sounded [...]
