Walking Lost

Walking Lost

A prophetic Ideal

By: Cindy Eunice Chavez

The air is so cold in my face. Sid and I run everyday through this forest, near my town. Everyday it's the same.

“Shit! Sid came back.”

I feel A rip in my ankle. I know I broke something, “Sid come back.”

I place my finger in my lips and blow the whistle. My other hand was stuck on shit or mud.

“Crap!”

“What now? Oh, it's carcas.”

“Good boy Sid, thank you for coming back. Fuck I sit on shit! And bones and who knows what.”

“Ahw. my watch. One Two… three.

I felt the carcass come to live or throw up on my hand with shit! Here, what's this, now?

A bookcase.. My foot shit. I felt that the bone was hanging by the vein, so much pain. Ahw! But I know it's not broken. Why? Because Sid I can move, I lost my watch though. But this says, open.

Okay. A little cereal killer but am so not going to die because of this, because if I do, it will be on the news. Stuiped girl didn’t call the cops. “

“Sid, Boy, yes am opening it.

So. so what, shut up.

Because you're a dog. And am a little smarter.”

“If you open this book you have to know your density is to be rich til your life ends.”

Here is the bank and the deposit slip, with its codes. Ask for mel.

“Okay, I know this bank, it's my aunt.”

“Well don't look at me this way sid, am broke and you are too.

And were 3 months behind on rent.

Let just go and see. You know.

Okay. just hold on.”

I felt pain on my foot but I thought of the money and gave me vitality to move the damn bone.

Finally limping out of my car, with shit on me and carcass probility i don't know, some cereal killer is going to give money before I die.

Shut up sid.

“Hi.” said a very pretty man

“Hi. Is Mel here?”

“yes , you are?”

“Excuse the mess I'm in, I was running and I feel but am here now for mel.”

“Yes.”

He came out, with off stare, almost fear in his eye

“Hey am not bad, I just fell. So...yea. I have a box to look at?”

“Yes, I am aware, I was expecting someone.”

“You were?” I said

“Yes, not so soon, but someone.” He explained

“Ahw. oh okay.: my dog Sid.”

“It's fine, he can come too. Near the back please.” He showed me to the back of the bank.

My limp was excruciatingly painful and I was a little embarrassed of my denemor. This guy was a bit off , but he let my dog come in.

He spoke as if we were in a creepy movie.

I think Dracula is a member of the bank. I say this, only Because i'm scared: one, and two: I like my blood right where it's at.

“Here you are,” he pointed.

“Yes, I am.” I tried to be fancy.

“The box.” he again pointed.

“Yes.” I said elegantly.

The box opened into a key which had a number of other boxes and others.

Finally the code. When I opened the box I could believe what I saw. Jewels, gold, silver, money: it was billions hell upon billions yet. I thought I was rich. Not more rent due. Still I felt an odd glare. And I said in a coy voice a finesse: “do you have a bag?”

He said, “yes. Yes of course”

I will be needing that, as elietuquently as possible.

And I brushed my hair to the back of my ear and stuffed it into a plastic bag with all the money and stuff.

And I walked out with my dog. I felt a chill or stare but hell I was rich.

Jumped in my car.

And place my seat belt

Sid tried to jump out of the window, Sid no.

Honk….

“Today on Fox 11 a woman was killed in an accident with a dog in the back of a Ford Fiesta 99 and billions of jewels, gold, silver, and money..”

“Hoy en las noticias a las 5 : “ una mujer muero con su suerte y el perro el acento de atares con billions de joyas, oro, plata y dinero..el equivalente a billones de dólares.”

The end.