er two children to the river. She grabbed them by they little young neck and pushed them both under river, and hold the both of them there until their palms stop hitting thewater. Then she let go and watch them still body float away."
La Llorona looked down at the water by her waist.
"And after she killed herself," she whispered, "she searched the edges of waters everywhere, hoping to find her two lost children." Her voice hardened. "Thank you for telling him this Jimiti. You are such a kind old man."
Manny felt the water around him vibrate and surge against his legs.
"Please," La Llorana asked him. "Don't think those things about me." Silent tears rolled down her face. They mingled with drops of water hovering on the edge of her chin and fell down into the ocean.
"I'm sorry," Jimiti apologized. He had tears of his own.
La Llorana shook her head.
"Take care of yourself, Jimiti," she said, putting a wet hand to his chest. "I will see you again, soon enough. You
This is not sci-fi, but more like fantasy. Not my cup of tea, but a decent story nonetheless.
A voodoo ghost story. There's a lot of dialect. The story seems to have won several awards and been in print previously. It isn't badly written, but there isn't a lot of tension and no horror. It's worth reading.
nice, calm like the plants in a loved park, please more, life against the killers