The spiteful sun singes my skin as the desert oozes with hostility, but the coyote had told us how to find the secret path.
“That brush looks like a rabbit… We should have passed the border by now”, Alejandra stumbles, but I stop her from falling and gives her a sip from the last bottle of water.
I recognize the rock stained with bird-shit and realize we have circled back.
I hear the sound of rushing water. Like it always does outside our hut in Cajola.
Alejandra stretches out beside me. They have just left her broken.
She is crying.
“Turn back”, the Rock cries out to us.
“Today you may stand upon me, but do not hide your face”, I should have told them.
Instead, I cock my gun and shoot my sister.
I face the sun to wait.
Today Frank Tassone hosts at dVerse and we write Prosery. The challenge is to write a piece of prose in 144 words or less That has to contain this quote: “The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face.” from Maya Angelou’s poem ““On the Pulse of Morning”.
January 20, 2020