About Me
2 Stories by Anthony Mora From THE RESURRECTION OF LIGHT
An Art Novel by Rachel Tribble and Anthony Mora
ILLUMINATION
They sat staring out as the light faded. It's cold, she said. A long trek down. We should go. I've seen this before, he said. Not fair. You promised you'd never been here. I've seen this exact view, except, Except? Except out there at the edge, at the horizon there was a rush, like an ecstatic stampede. A stampede? Animals, thousands, racing towards the light, flowing like an illuminated river. And I watched for hours. It was here. The light drew them. And it never stopped. It was continuous. We sat and waited and watched. We? He was sitting where you sit now. He? He was silent, motionless. He just sat with me. And the horizon stretched forever. The light drew them and everything between the earth and the sky seemed to blaze. I must sound like and idiot, he said with a smile. He started to stand. Come on. Out here the temperature drops with the sun. Let's go. She took his hand. Let's stay, and wait and watch.
HANDS
You're so far away, she said. Moving towards him, she playfully slid her hand past his waist. He sat up. We were in Mexico with my aunt, he began, grabbing and stilling her hand. The day was heavy. The heat pressed down. I was five. My sister, who was eight, took my hand. We ran across the dirt road to a park. Squat, heavy, dark-eyed women with long braided hair sold food from broken, wooden carts. My sister hurriedly pulled me towards a crowd. Escaping my aunt, we maneuvered through long skirts, snaked past thick waists held by silver-buckled belts. A small-conjoined animal, we traveled to the center.
There it stood, perched on top a long poll. In Spanish it spoke with a sorrowful, tearful wail Soy adultera! it cried. Mira me! It had the body of an owl, the head of a woman. It paced back and forth, gripping the poll with dark talons. Look at me! it screamed, glaring at us with desperate eyes. This is God's punishment. His wrath is unthinkable, unforgiving. I tried to look away but...That wasn't God's work, she replied. He paused. Frowning. Hearing the absurdities of his words. Doubting his own memory. It had the face of a woman, he repeated softly I saw it. I know you saw it, she said, resting her hand on his chest.
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