Creative chalkboard/trash bin containing bad photos and fictional captions & short stories by Michael Hernandez (Netted Pigeon).
Goal: One fiction/image post per day to (hopefully) remind myself to keep my eyes open and mind somewhat creative and unapologetic.
She once stood stern, with pride. A worked, but attractive woman. Noble.
Even when Arturo was taken, she kept her strength about her, enough to take on extra work to supplement the missing income. Despite the uncertainty of Arturo’s situation, the long hours, and minding her five-year-old, Xotchitl, Bernice carried on. She told her daughter the truth. Her father was taken by La Migra. But he’d be back. She was certain.
She once stood stern.
But who could blame her? The rapes, the beatings, the lack of sleep, sunlight, and exercise…
The detention center in Mexico City was a gem compared to this…at least they left her with dignity.
To pass the time, she cried mostly. For her husband, for her child.
As the gringos groped, grabbed, bit, and forced themselves on her, she’d escape by wondering about Xochtil.