A 100-word drabble I came up with today.
I do not own any of the characters.
Mi amigo.
Dreamily, Jaime Mendoza opened the wooden box where he kept all his treasured belongings. They were only so few. The Bible he had received from the padres when he, age sixteen, left the orphanage to join the army. A wooden figurine of a royal lancer. And more for others' worthless trinkets.
Carefully, Jaime added a half-burnt black hat.
Yesterday he had been a wealthy man. Today he had nothing more than he had had two months ago. Yet Jaime felt rich. He had something no money could buy, filling him with joy.
Zorro had called HIM, mi amigo.
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