Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Short Story


Las Vecinas 






The sun's morning rays didn't hit the covered walkways at the Flea Market in Alamo, TX when the redheaded Latina employee, Olga, struggled to lift the rusty roll up doors. When she was in, she busted out a large bowl and placed it in the sink while she allowed hot water to run, she squirted soap and some clorox into the bowl. Once the bowl was full, she threw in a towel in it and with it began to wipe down her cutting board that had dead flies and fried roaches.


"Buenos Dias, Vecina!" she told the 1300 B sellers who were displaying big plastic flower hair accessories.
"Como amanecio, Vecina?" Julia replied while she walked away towards her stationed truck avoiding a reply from talkative Olga.


Mariana, Olga's heavier co-worker, was walking by and bumped Julia's table with her big hips.


"Estoy bien cansada," Mariana told Olga.


"I am too, I've been up since three in the morning getting my viejo's lonche ready," Olga replied while scrubbing the greased grill.


2 comments:

  1. :P
    you leave big-hipped girls alone!

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  2. she's evil! hey idk where to go from here... i don't know if i should write their convo in eng... what do you think?

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