Apr 14, 2019
@lifeslines
Ehecatl stares up at the big night sky over him. He swipes at his eyes to mask the tear that still betrays him. It drops down his cheek to settle in his soft beard where it disappears into the fine hair. “I like the night sky, makes me think of my wife’s hair,” he told the other before looking down. He pushes his toes into the top of his shoe to harden it against the concrete where he appears to be rubbing something out, like a shit again from a bird. “You can’t see the stars. I hate that.”
