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The character's in this story are not my property. They are the property of DreamWorks.
Rated: PG (PG-13 if you know Spainish)
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He stared out of his window to the sea. He hated it. She loved it. Would talk incessantly about it. Fresh air. Freedom. Beauty. He rarely listened to her babble beyond this point. She was certainly one to speak of freedom, wasn't she? The domineering witch. Every day, he worked in the sweltering kiln and she could barely make the money stretch enough to feed them both.
"Phft!"
He spat on the ground to get the taste of cheap vino out of his mouth.
He rolled his cigarette and began to talk to himself.
"Para la madre de dios, just yesterday that poor kid, tiene quince anos, y he lost complete use of his arms in the flames. Y she has los jevos to dream of el pinche mar.
"Tulio, you're talking to yourself again. You always talk yourself into a fury.
"But I mean it this time. I need to get out of here!" He paced up and down the empty flat. He lit his cigarette.
"Well, I guess there is nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. You're only crazy if you lose."
He sat down on the blanket thrown on the floor. He softly ran his fingertips over the blanket.
"I wish Miguel were here. He always has a way of smoothing things over. Something about him, it just makes me…"
"Tulio!" She had flung the door open and was now wielding a butcher's knife.
" Crazy."
"Who's crazy?"
"No one, dear. I was just… was just finishing a sentence." His eyes never left the knife.
"With whom?"
"Myself."
"Where is she?"
"Who?"
"The girl you were talking to, you rotten excuse for a man."
"But there is no…"
"And that dreamy look when I came in?" she screamed accusingly. Before he could respond she was in tears pleading with him. "You used to look at me that way and now…"
Wielding the knife she began lifting up rugs, throwing open closets and rustling trough piles of clothing.
"What are you doing?!?" Tulio said as his shirt went flying past him.
Coyly she turned to him. "Well, if I can't find her, there's one way to make sure I can trust you… Say 'Adios' to tus juevos!"
Tulio, jumped back avoiding the tempestuous woman lunging at his crotch. Then he responded like any man and ran away. Far away. Far away and quickly from the sharp object threatening his manhood.
With the woman in hot pursuit, he ran down the dirt streets of the town. It was nearly dusk, and he had tripped twice, but he was protecting a treasure that he wasn't happy to give up, and thus stayed on his feet.
A quick turn of a corner and a few twists, but he couldn't shake her. He could feel her hungry breath behind him, screaming for his scrambled eggs.
He saw his chance. Five feet in front of him was a horse. He closed his eyes, and jumped.
Five miles out of town and he still couldn't ride fast enough. In a day he'd be in Madrid.
"I'll look for Miguel. And then I can live quietly without another horrible adventure."
