Excerpts from 'Angelo, Texas'.02:34 Oct 20 2014
Times Read: 710
From Part One: (1741)
Carlota glanced up at him; she found his sapphire eyes resting on her slightly visible cleavage. When she brought her hand to her chest, Ramón laughed, displaying his perfect, white teeth.
“So…I am a magnificent, seductive creature?” he asked, as he continued to laugh.
“Yes…no!” she stammered. Then - in an accusatory tone - she asked “Did Padre Benitez give you permission to feed from him?”
Ramón stopped laughing. “No” he replied.
Carlota felt the heat rise in her face. “Oh – you are despicable!”
She pulled away from him, and rushed through the vestibule towards her room. Ramón’s renewed laughter followed her down the corridor to her door, and was only silenced when she slammed the door shut.
From Part Two: (1881)
George walked up and reluctantly took the man’s wrist into his hands. When the first drop of blood fell upon his tongue, he moaned, as his eyes glazed over before closing.
I knew that there would have to be some more adjustments made for this one, the man thought, with a chuckle.
“Enough, George.” The man tore his wrist from George with some force. George stood on the stable floor, slightly swaying on his feet, with his eyes still closed. His hands hung limply at his sides. A bulge grew in the crotch of his denims.
“That must be a really wonderful wine flavor” JoAnn murmured, as her cheeks began to burn in embarrassment.
“Wine? I tasted the finest chocolate” said Marie, as she gaped at George’s growing manhood. ”I wondered what he must’ve tasted…” she added, while shaking her head in disbelief.
From Part Three: (1932)
In the kitchen, Huey drank his lemonade while observing the two officers, with wide child-like eyes. Sheriff Wagner concluded that they weren’t going to get anywhere with the white boy that day. He and Bradshaw thanked Anna May for the lemonade, then immediately took their leave. Once in the truck, the sheriff sighed and shook his head.
“Well – that went well” he said. “Who knew that the boy was slow?”
Deputy Bradshaw nodded. “Well sir…I don’t see no harm in him stayin’ with the Tuckers. I mean – what white family do you know that’ll take him in?”
Bradshaw had a point, thought Wagner. The Tuckers were good Christian folks. Still, he had to do his job and continue to make enquiries. Hell – at least get some notices out. Huey had to belong to somebody.
Once the sheriff’s truck drove off, Huey and the Tuckers began laughing hysterically. Nathaniel laughed so hard that he began choking. Huey slapped him on the back to help him clear his lungs.
“Oh Huey!” He finally gasped. “I had no idea how that was gonna’ turn out when that sheriff drove up…boy, you are full of surprises!”
Yes, I know. I’m full of surprises.
Huey smiled.
From Part Four: (2014)
After using the automatic garage door opener, Mrs. Nguyen slowly pulled out from her garage. It was raining heavily, and it was an icy rain. The weather gave her second thoughts on venturing out to the Bingo hall.
“How desperate am I to play a couple of rounds?” she asked, out loud.
“Pretty damn desperate…” she replied, as she chuckled to herself.
Mrs. Nguyen understood why she had the urge to go; the holiday season was quickly approaching, and she was lonely. But as she continued to stare up into the unusual reddish-grey sky, she sighed, then put her car in reverse.
“I can always have a nice cup of tea and do a few crossword puzzles. And Happy and Dopey can curl up with me” she muttered, as she back the car slowly into the garage.
The white 1982 Buick Riviera convertible was halfway inside of the garage when there was a deafening crash on top of the hood.
A huge section of the windshield caved in as a human leg speared through it. Pieces of glass, bone, and red feathers showered into the car.
They were the last things Grace Nguyen saw before she had a massive heart attack.
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