‘Searching’ Archives
Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 21: “Most Like A Miracle”
By Patrick Cabello Hansel Confusing feelings roiled around Angel”'s heart, like cold, fierce winter winds. Winds with faces, with teeth and intent. Anger, jealousy, fear, hope, doubt. What he had learned in the last hour was stunning. His mother, the gentlest soul he had ever known, had been forced into an unwelcome marriage, or worse. Sold, at an age younger than he was now. His father, the only one he”'d known, the one he had just last night really talked with for the first time, was not his biological father. That man, part of this tangled mess that issued from Mateo Kelly, was surely a bad man. But what kind of a bad man, and what did that mean for Angel? “So my real father”¦” Angel began. His mom interrupted. “This is your real father, mi hijo”. “Yes, I know that, Mom. It”'s just that ...well, this other man, my biological father”¦ he was some kind of outlaw?” (more…)
Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 20: “JUST LET THE WORDS OUT”
By Patrick Cabello Hansel Angel woke up in his parents”' house””a house he had not slept in for seven months””to the smell of coffee and pancakes. Although he had slept just a couple of hours, his head was as clear as it had ever been, and his body felt strong. Maybe it was the pancakes, frying on the stove. Pancakes make any day a good day. Pancakes twice in one day make it a great day. But pancakes twice before eight am in the morning had the possibility to make it a stupendous day. Angel could still taste the post-midnight pancakes from Denny”'s, he could still taste his tears, the look on Luz”' face when he put her down in front of others, his shame, the cold night, the long talk with his father. Luz was sitting at the kitchen table with Angel”'s dad, Augusto. His mom, Carmen, stood at the stove turning the last of the pancakes. “Are you hungry, mi ”'jito?” she asked. “In more ways than [...]
Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 19: (“I will go with you.”)
By Patrick Cabello Hansel When Angel and Luz came back into Denny”'s, Mother Light and Ana had left. Such is the wisdom of love. The cards were put away, and the plates of food on the table were in their original uneaten state, growing cold. Angel stood before the remnant of that strange Guadalupe night and said, “I”'m sorry. I kind of destroyed the mood.” He and Luz sat down, next to each other, almost holding hands, almost leaning into each other. If you had magical powers of listening to thoughts, here”'s what you would have heard inside each of our players: Angel: “I know there is something in me that is broken. I need to keep searching””for it, and for whatever is out there that is meant for me. I can”'t do it alone. But I”'m afraid to ask.” Luz: “I love this man so, but I don”'t really know him. I”'m not afraid of being hurt. I”'m afraid that I will hold back, give just a piece of my [...]
