“Everything has more than one story, and every story has more than one point of view. If you know the stories, you can access all the power of the universe.” Art by Katie Knutson
The words of the Christmas carol echoed in his mind, and Marco felt Rubio’s death wash freshly over him. This was all his fault.
Would he, Marco, be a different boy if he had been called Ignacio or Andrés? How much of a person’s fate could be attributed to his name? Photo by Andreanna.
A small group of kids bounded up the gravel drive. They produced their candy bags and sang out a chorus of “Trick or treat!”, their smiling, ruined faces upturned and glowing. Photo by Matt Dale.
Even as his insides reared up and his conscious mind threatened him with every weapon in its arsenal, Marco felt the invisible puppeteer pulling his marionette strings.
“What’s oo-ee ha?” Marco asked, the word feeling strange and mysterious in his mouth.
“It’s a board that lets you talk to the spirits of dead people.”
Marco took a moment to adjust his binoculars while he peered across the yard to where the Prime of Darkness stood, very still, staring up into a tree.