El Mariachi

Lit Up Halloween Spooks

Miranda G. Triay
Nov 1 · 2 min read
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

He finds her in a village close to where he died.

He thought she would outrun him. Perhaps move to America, beyond his reach. But she stayed, raised her children and her children’s children, watched seasons pass and laid her husband to rest. The arrogance, the ignorance. To believe she was safe in her old age. That she could resist the allure of his voice, the frayed memories…

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Miranda G. Triay

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Writer. Reader. 90s Magical Girl. MA in philosophy, but don’t call me a philosopher. Tweet @mirandagtriay | pronouns: they/them, she/her

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