Prizefighter en Mi Casa
Chapter One
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A gutted pumpkin glowed from across the street. The streetlight closest to the house got shot out almost one whole year ago so I could barely see nothing. Nothing but that glowing orange head without a body.
I sat on the porch swing hoping to stay outta Mama’s way. She was in one of those moods again where she cursed the saints she’d be praying to later. Being Mexican and Catholic requires a lotta prayers. Even if they never seem to be answered you’re still supposed to make ’em. But I’d quit that after all the glass.
The latch on the gate banged shut only I couldn’t see nothing but a shape, a moving shadow with footsteps. Footsteps that made the porch stairs cry and moan. It walked right past me sitting on the swing and knocked on the screen door. I sat there all quiet but the swing squeaked. The Shape turned toward me. I didn’t know what it was but it was big. Really, really, really all kinds of big.
The porch light flicked on and the Shape winced and fell back a step. Like when you go out into the sun after being somewhere really dark.
Mama opened the screen door ... read full excerpt from Prizefighter en Mi Casa ebook
