The Futures that Could Be
Chapter 1, Part 2 of The Witch of Santa Teresa
Liz asked to be taken home. Chepe obliged. He had taken her to Malpais on his dirt bike.
Liz hopped on and he drove back to Santa Teresa. She hugged him and felt the wind in her hair. Some dust from the dirt road got into her eyes. She loved his body, this closeness, the thrill. She was just so disappointed in that…what could she even call it?
Attempted fingering? Crotch poking?
They went up the long dirt road, past the Cruce, where the road to Cobano and Malpais met, and Brunch, the local hotspot. He dropped her off in front of her house and, after a pause, got off his bike and walked her to her door.
I’m not opening my door until he’s gone, Liz thought as she got her keys from out of her fanny pack.
“What, you don’t like sex?” He asked.
“That just wasn’t romantic.”
“So you want a relationship.”
“No, I just…there’s something in-between pawing at my crotch and getting married, Chepe.”
“You’re all the same.”
“What?”
“You tourists are all the same. You come, then you leave. So why should I keep trying? Why should I keep falling in love? Why should…
