Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

he ignores the man bristling with malice; it's the woman now who comes close, face briefly illuminated by a rare slant of light.

soto anticipates the usual: more meaningless words, more infuriating catechisms he does not have the patience to learn -- but she speaks his name, and he cannot help the way his spine straightens.

si, he breathes, leering between the tethering bars. ¿y tu?