"A Tale of Two Villages is one of those journeys that once we start it, we cannot stop it..."
Carmen Luisa Pinto.
Ed. Voces de Hoy. Miami. 2012.
Illustrator Clara Morera.
“All the city lights seemed to dapple patches of light over her face. Whenever she stopped in front of a display window —full of polychrome beads and jewels and white pearls—the glow from a nearby light-post would reflect those colors against her face and she stood there, resembling the fiery embers of a summer fire. I stood, now, petrified on the sidewalk, dumb-founded, staring, observing her. It felt as though my eyes were like a vacuum, and I consumed all the zealous color from her, relentlessly, and I wished for a sweet, swift death; a death that would fill the unsounded void in me which only longed to possess this indifferent creature.
Bright crimson flesh. Sometimes her flesh would become bright crimson or salmon pink or pale blue or emerald green, depending on the beam of color she happened to walk upon. And I wanted to tear at her flesh, tissue by tissue, sinew by sinew, ligament by ligament, lightly, until I would find the kernel, the light of her being. Yank and pull and tear and dismantle her…”
An excertp from the short story Tobor, A Tale of Two Villages, coming soon...
Felix Anesio, June 2012.