Posts Tagged ‘returning chapters’
Back to the Swale
RETURNING CHAPTER 13 By PATRICK CABELLO HANSEL Luz, Angel and little Angelito followed the garishly dressed woman through the door in the basement of the senior center. It led to a passageway that got narrower and lower as they walked. As they were about to step into near complete darkness, Angel turned and looked at Agnes, the kind elderly woman who had found them, fed them and given them hope. She seemed to shrink as they departed, and her face contorted in tears. I”™m sorry. I”™m so sorry: that is what Angel heard. But whether those words came from Agnes, or from the walls closing in on him, he could not say. Their journey continued for several minutes, with no light and only the raspy words of Cindy Keefe to follow. Luz knew her from the worst part of her past; a past that would not let her be; Angel had just met her, and knew that she could not be trusted. But what else could they do but follow? They emerged in the middle of an alleyway, behind a [...]
A Strange Feast
Returning Chapter 11 By PATRICK CABELLO HANSEL As Agnes led Angel and Luz and little Angel to the basement community room, the smell of fresh baked bread and cinnamon grew stronger, along with hints of fresh coffee. As they entered the dining area, they saw tables filled with cinnamon rolls and pan dulce, trays of sambusas and fry bread, and coffee urns. “Is this just for us?” little Angel asked. “Yes and no,” Agnes laughed. “It is just that you are be welcomed and fed, yes. But no food and no light is just for us, but for everybody.” Luz and Angel didn”™t realize how hungry they were until they started eating. They ate and drank, almost forgetting they were on a mission to find their lost daughter. Again, it was little Angel who brought them back to reality. “Do you know where my sister is?” he asked Agnes. “Oh yes,” Agnes said. “She”™s [...]
A Ray of Hope
Returning Chapter 9 By PATRICK CABELLO HANSEL The older woman walked as fast as she could toward Lake Street. She felt that she was being called further south, and had planned to wait for the light to change. But as she saw the car lights reflect off the mirrors in the huge mural at La Mexicana, a saying came to her mind: Light is not lost in its reflection She wasn”™t sure where the saying came from, if she had heard it spoken by someone or read it in a book. Maybe I just made it up, she thought. But it was so clear and strong that she decided to heed it. The light that she saw reflected came from the east, so she turned east. That”™s when she saw Angel and Luz and little Angelito, walking briskly. She could sense the fear in them. They stopped in front of where the bakery used to be. The phone store was mostly boarded up; it had been looted recently, and the owner was waiting on the insurance. Whatever Luz and Angel were looking for, it [...]
