If the legends were true then being immortal may be a curse. Depending upon how you came to receive this “gift” my story begins here.
Understanding very little about the opportunities of immigrants and lesss about the tropics makes the feel of want and depression that much greater. Having little insight about what makes money or how to attract the right offers for my services. A dealer I am not or better yet I am not the dealer of any thing that you may not already have. So my attraction to you and you to me may seem as a mutual agreement. Like any thing that may benefit all parties.
“The warm weather hides the frustration that has creased the brows of the people that pass one another in the streets. The moisture from the passing clouds does not lift the anger from the air”
She noticed the angry looking person with a quizzical expression that hid the apathetic features of her face. The sensual shape is hidden behind long and drab linens that protect her from the heat. To on lookers she is only a passer by. With the spanish accents you can here people barter for the connection to one another. With the heat and the confusion of tourist the dismay is felt across the natives and those enjoying the sights.
His accent is not quite American but more a mixture of Arabic and latin and at times something else. Catching the phrases at a distance he can begin to become excited about the coming night and the festival to begin. Heavy drinker and smooth talker makes this a chance to best himself in a “somewhat” foreign place.
She can see the discomfort of the movements of this “man” that she has watched. He seems aware and nonsensically confident. A trade-off from being in a place that she knows is unfamiliar to him. Following him with light steps and amusement.
Playing cards or shooting pools, deep down he realizes that he is not the best poker player. He can also almost remember that he probably should not play this far from home with him being more ill tempered than noticeable. With high tempers flaring and not being in a “somewhat” familiar place he decides to find a place to drink and play pool.
He looks out of connection but seems to blend in somehow She wonders if “he” may be one of “them” no. The thought quickly fades and worry sparks the air and soon turns into confidence and then lust. Him being unaware and oddly of sorts makes her interest piqued. He is not to tall but taller than some. Gangling or something similar, she hmphs and knows that at this distance he can not here her. For this it is a sure bet that she can see him and this will not be the last time.
He is still unaware as he flashes a look into her direction, She has already faded into the shadows. He is headed to the closest liquor store and she is close behind.
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