“One night, a strange being entered through the window and threw itself on top of me; it was like the devil. I resisted, but his heat was immense. The following day and without [my] having said anything, at the table my grandmother said to me, ‘Remedios, what has happened to you? Your hair is burned.’”
Author Archives: Max La Rivière-Hedrick and Julio César Morales
We were surrounded. Surrounded by wolves. You could hear nothing but the distant compressor purring. My fight-or-flight brain started to cycle through half-remembered narco-cartel horror stories.
Julio gave me that look, it was time to go. As we started gathering ourselves, the motorcyclist in red got off his bike and walked toward us. I looked over toward our driver. He was already inside the SUV. I felt my right leg take a step back. My legs always give me away.