Our Share of Night

by Mariana Enriquez

the hammering blows beneath the skull, eyes like two stones embedded in the face, the light like a knife, every noise amplified. And the nausea.

This percfectly sums it up

“That’s true, but not at first. This captain didn’t want his daughter to mix. So he ordered the native boy killed.” “The boyfriend? Really?” “Yes. And she drove a feather arrow into her own heart and killed herself.” Gaspar’s blue eyes were full of tears. He’s so different from me, thought Juan. He’s got a long way to go to toughen up. “What happened then?” “From her wound, when she fell down dead, this flower grew.”

LOVE folk stories

He’s checking my heart, thought Juan. He had caught his son doing this before. When they slept together, for example: sometimes he felt the little hand on his chest, checking for heartbeats.

:(

It was an honor that the Darkness had touched her older son, and a misfortune that it had spurned Eddie, her younger son, the greatest failure of her life.

Damn.

Everyone knew that she would have preferred the privilege for her other son, but no one talked about Eddie anymore, not since he had disappeared almost ten years ago.

Where'd He go...?

What had been a hint of a migraine at the Paraná beach was now hammering in Juan’s head, and his nausea grew with each violent, uneven pound of his heart.

Know this feeling

but he needed Stephen nearby. He had proved his loyalty a long time ago, and proved it so definitively that it was impossible to doubt.

Something About this makes me feel like Stephen will portray him.

just a few years old and already i was entirely old Elena Anníbali, The House of Fog

Felt

“Ghosts are real. And the ones who come aren’t always the one you’ve called.”