Leap of Faith

It’s been a minute since I’ve last posted. Half a year. Goodness. Well, life happens. Today, I decided to write in my Complete the Story journal. Each page has a couple sentences, leaving the last sentence unfinished for the writer to… you guessed it… to complete the story!

The darkness was thick and suffocating like a heavy blanket had been thrown on the world. He had to get over the wall, had to get across the border before the gringos caught sight of him, a desperate Mexicano trying to find a better life. The Polícia Federal are crooked and take advantage of their positional power. He’d been in and out of celda since he was an adolescente, like his Padre, abuelo, tío, and hermanos. Guess it runs in the familia. None of them graduated from escuela. They were too busy doing time and paying their fines to get out, which sometimes required criminal means. Can’t win playing fair. Gotta play their dirty game.

All he wanted to do was play fútbol. He had ran enough in his life, he has great cardio, and he’d rather play a game he chose… for once. The celebrity and dinero doesn’t appeal to him, but he guesses it comes with the territory. To have a stable home sounds like a pipe dream. He’s one step closer to a different life. He’s hoping it’s better than the one he’s been running from. It has to be. He’s heard nothing but good things about the Estados Unidos. “The American Dream.” Sounds excelente.

Maybe he could even meet a chica. Fall in amor. Mexicanos are romantics. They take amor seriously. They say Spanish is the language of amor. He could woo an Americana with his accent. Being bilingual is sexy, right? He’s got that going for him. He learned Inglés on the inside. All they could get on TV was PBS, Sesame Street, the kids show. One upside to being locked up.

He’s gonna take this leap of faith for himself and for those who came before him. He’s finally looking forward to the future.