He got on his feet. He put time aside. Time that had offered him a taste of reality. That was no longer enough. Bored, he walked to be in the middle of it all.
He walked to the end of the Earth, to the scum of the Earth: the trash, the forsaken, the misbegotten, the life-takers, the heart-stealers. The ones who know life, the ones who had lived. The ones who had lost.
She wanted Love. She told her deepest darkest secret to the Wind. She wanted to be Beauty. The dark stars rumbled and rained her desire. “I want Everything,” she told the Wind.
The Wind sighs and murmurs and blows a careful kiss. And an arm reaches out for her face.
El Lobito Bueno.