“Bodies in the Trinity”: A Short Story by Rickey Pittman

Since it’s so close to Halloween, I decided to publish here a short story I wrote some time ago that is based on the legend of La Llarona. I’d like to know what you think of it, so leave a comment if you can.

BODIES IN THE TRINITY: by Rickey Pittman

A story of La LLorona

Evil is a true thing in Mexico. It goes about on its own legs. Maybe some day it will come to you. Maybe it already has—Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses DSCF1606I AM LA LLARONA, AND I WEEP FOR MY CHILDREN. cheap albion gold For centuries of nights I have wandered along the waters throughout Mexico. College Football Jerseys And yes, I walk along the banks of your Trinity River. albion gold I have strolled along your Turtle Creek, your Bachman Lake and the other waters. You are surprised to find me in your country? Do not be. No, in my lifetime, your land too was once a part of Mexico.

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