A Tiny Ounce Of Credence

by

Theresa Cecilia Garcia

He poured the tomato juice into Baccarat crystal. Splashing an ounce or so of vodka into the glass,a dash of tabasco,stirring with the mixing stick,as the DEA chopper repelled it's agents into the forested canyon on the other side of the Sangre De Cristo Mountain. Pacing the Karastan carpet with drink in hand the lion within his heart never wavered. He appreciated truth in art and sculpture,in films and in music. Life had no truth worth exploring. Truth was the palaver of fools. Even the arts required a certain amount of manipulation. Survival requires masterful deception. They would never find him. What was his real name? An alter ego. An identity he assumed when necessary.

Starfish lights flickered in the empty white walled apartment. She slept badly and sometimes she awoke often in the middle of the night.Creeping silently out of bed standing by the window, looking out at the river
whose waters were as dark and as deep as the man she waited for.

That evening, for the first time, blood raced out of her womb covering the satin sheets. Stirring restlessly,
she shifted the weight of her belly. Her eyelids crept open and she gave a soft smile tinged with discomfort. Hand sliding down over her belly. As she took her last breath.

Eliminate a powerful competitor by using his daughter as your accomplice.
While a storm of tears left track marks on chiseled cheeks
and collapsed veins.
Without a tiny ounce of credence.

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by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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