by Carlene Sobrino Bonnivier
A very crucial short story
Mama calling me by my three-tiered name. I knew my life was about to be over.
“HALA!!!” with a threatening look. I tense up, eye glancing at the front door. Unlocked. Relief!
“Yes, Mama –” I freeze.
“[several untranslatable invectives spew out] … HINDI …!” Hand raised and about to strike –
I duck! Grab the door handle and pause. . .
“[more high pitched gutteral sounds] &^%%^$#@ puuuuuuu….ang…ni ni nana nang da Alamo!!!”
RUN, feets, run! Half way down the block –
Mama in pursuit.
© Carlene Sobrino Bonnivier