Sweet as Sugar, Tough as Nails
Spain hasn't changed a bit at all. It's still the same as it always was. Miguel and I are still just faces in the crowd, scrounging for food, got to live to eat, got to steal to eat, you know the process.
I heard Cortez gave up and is currently on his way back to Spain. Besides that, nothing much has changed. We still play with loaded dice in the back alley, and we still somehow are together, that being a surreal fact, as Miguel and I are complete opposites.
Chel left me, of course. A couple of days in Spain with me, and she was gone quicker than you can say shitacky mushroom. It was a shock for a while, but as I look back on it now, it all makes sense. I mean, we're so alike, we couldn't put up with one another. But then, we're sort of like a potato and salt. Without one, you can't have the other. Or something like that, anyway.
But, let's stop thinking backwards and bring up to present day. Miguel and I had just stolen a watermelon from a nearby stand and were in the process of hiding and digesting it. It had been from some fat guy's stand. Fat people tend to not run after you.
But, we had been quite wrong. Apparently, he had a young son. The son and his apparent 'girlfriend' came after us. The man had a sword, so Miguel and myself found it wise to hide in an alleyway, in the shadows.
"That was good. Perhaps our best scandal." Miguel said, satisfied from our meal of fruit.
"We could have been caught and put in jail." I commented.
"But we didn't. And did you see his face when he saw us running off with his watermelon? Priceless."
"Priceless. What we could have been."
"Not again. Tulio, there's no use looking back. We have enough problems looking forward."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"The only thing I regret is that Chel stole Altivo."
"I regret a lot, but the most out of everything, I regret Chel taking Altivo's horseshoes, too."
"Tulio, please."
"Okay, we'll drop it."
He sighed, sitting back, "Good."
I watched him stare out into space, not a sight of a worry line on his face. He disgusts me. I didn't have long to loath, though, because soon I heard someone rounding the corner.
"Miguel, quick, someone's coming."
"Good, we can show off the feast we had."
"No, Miguel, it's the guy's son. It's him. He's coming!"
"Sure he is, Tulio. If you think you can scare me out of my spot so you can have it, you're wrong."
"Miguel, get up!" I yanked at his arm, but I was too late. Two voices came from around the corner.
"Here, take my sword. You can handle them." The son said.
"Of course I can." Said the confident voice of a young woman. A blade was drawn and then taken.
Miguel and I watched, mouths open, as she rounded the corner. She held the sword by her side. Her blonde ringlets cascaded down her back and her eyebrows stayed arched, her brow furrowed. Her green eyes danced as if a blazing fire was inside them.
We stood, almost automatically, as if we knew what was coming. But we were well hidden in the shadows and she still didn't see us. Finally, she was near. I thought she would pass by, but no, she stopped. Her gaze slowly shifted to the shadows, and us.
"Show yourselves, thieves." She ordered.
I stepped out and Miguel finally caught on and also stepped out. She squinted at us and her grip on the sword loosened.
"You are young." She remarked.
"So are you." Miguel commented. I don't think he's out of the 'god' stage yet. I jabbed him in the ribs.
"Did you steal from my soon-to-be father in law's stand?"
"I suppose. That is, if you're talking about the fat guy with the fruit stand." Miguel answered.
She merely shot him a look of curiousity, perhaps amusement.
"And you," she looked at me, "I suppose you are the same as he? You helped steal?"
"Uh-"
"Of course you did." She answered for me.
"Aren't you going to arrest us? Because you don't have to if you don't want to." Miguel offered.
She looked between the two of us, "No. You are poor off as you are. I rarely give gratitude. You will be grateful. Don't let me hear of you two stealing again. You are too young to hang from the gallows." And with that, she turned and left.
Miguel snapped his eyebrows down, "I think she liked us."
"Miguel, we could have been killed!"
"By her?"
"No, by her soon-to-be-husband-guy-thingy."
"You worry to much."
"How many times do you remind me?"
"Not enough, obviously, because you haven't changed a bit."
"I wonder why she didn't slit our throats, though." I muttered.
"I don't know, but she sure is a fine-looking one, isn't she?"
"Don't go getting any ideas." I warned.
"I won't-of I can help it."
Spain hasn't changed a bit at all. It's still the same as it always was. Miguel and I are still just faces in the crowd, scrounging for food, got to live to eat, got to steal to eat, you know the process.
I heard Cortez gave up and is currently on his way back to Spain. Besides that, nothing much has changed. We still play with loaded dice in the back alley, and we still somehow are together, that being a surreal fact, as Miguel and I are complete opposites.
Chel left me, of course. A couple of days in Spain with me, and she was gone quicker than you can say shitacky mushroom. It was a shock for a while, but as I look back on it now, it all makes sense. I mean, we're so alike, we couldn't put up with one another. But then, we're sort of like a potato and salt. Without one, you can't have the other. Or something like that, anyway.
But, let's stop thinking backwards and bring up to present day. Miguel and I had just stolen a watermelon from a nearby stand and were in the process of hiding and digesting it. It had been from some fat guy's stand. Fat people tend to not run after you.
But, we had been quite wrong. Apparently, he had a young son. The son and his apparent 'girlfriend' came after us. The man had a sword, so Miguel and myself found it wise to hide in an alleyway, in the shadows.
"That was good. Perhaps our best scandal." Miguel said, satisfied from our meal of fruit.
"We could have been caught and put in jail." I commented.
"But we didn't. And did you see his face when he saw us running off with his watermelon? Priceless."
"Priceless. What we could have been."
"Not again. Tulio, there's no use looking back. We have enough problems looking forward."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"The only thing I regret is that Chel stole Altivo."
"I regret a lot, but the most out of everything, I regret Chel taking Altivo's horseshoes, too."
"Tulio, please."
"Okay, we'll drop it."
He sighed, sitting back, "Good."
I watched him stare out into space, not a sight of a worry line on his face. He disgusts me. I didn't have long to loath, though, because soon I heard someone rounding the corner.
"Miguel, quick, someone's coming."
"Good, we can show off the feast we had."
"No, Miguel, it's the guy's son. It's him. He's coming!"
"Sure he is, Tulio. If you think you can scare me out of my spot so you can have it, you're wrong."
"Miguel, get up!" I yanked at his arm, but I was too late. Two voices came from around the corner.
"Here, take my sword. You can handle them." The son said.
"Of course I can." Said the confident voice of a young woman. A blade was drawn and then taken.
Miguel and I watched, mouths open, as she rounded the corner. She held the sword by her side. Her blonde ringlets cascaded down her back and her eyebrows stayed arched, her brow furrowed. Her green eyes danced as if a blazing fire was inside them.
We stood, almost automatically, as if we knew what was coming. But we were well hidden in the shadows and she still didn't see us. Finally, she was near. I thought she would pass by, but no, she stopped. Her gaze slowly shifted to the shadows, and us.
"Show yourselves, thieves." She ordered.
I stepped out and Miguel finally caught on and also stepped out. She squinted at us and her grip on the sword loosened.
"You are young." She remarked.
"So are you." Miguel commented. I don't think he's out of the 'god' stage yet. I jabbed him in the ribs.
"Did you steal from my soon-to-be father in law's stand?"
"I suppose. That is, if you're talking about the fat guy with the fruit stand." Miguel answered.
She merely shot him a look of curiousity, perhaps amusement.
"And you," she looked at me, "I suppose you are the same as he? You helped steal?"
"Uh-"
"Of course you did." She answered for me.
"Aren't you going to arrest us? Because you don't have to if you don't want to." Miguel offered.
She looked between the two of us, "No. You are poor off as you are. I rarely give gratitude. You will be grateful. Don't let me hear of you two stealing again. You are too young to hang from the gallows." And with that, she turned and left.
Miguel snapped his eyebrows down, "I think she liked us."
"Miguel, we could have been killed!"
"By her?"
"No, by her soon-to-be-husband-guy-thingy."
"You worry to much."
"How many times do you remind me?"
"Not enough, obviously, because you haven't changed a bit."
"I wonder why she didn't slit our throats, though." I muttered.
"I don't know, but she sure is a fine-looking one, isn't she?"
"Don't go getting any ideas." I warned.
"I won't-of I can help it."