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El Ladron del Amor

Under blue moon, I saw him. Creeping off New Hampshire and R, and straight toward me. I froze. El Ladron del Amor...

He stopped suddenly, whirling in a puff of smoke. He joined some other nicoteens in razzmatazz talk. I sighed, relieved. I turned to the lady with me.

"So, my love, how are you?", I asked. "Isn't he cute?" she answered. I gasped. He burst through the doorway, a cool breeze & a heated air. "Hi, how's it going?", I asked of him. He blew me off, blew out some lingering smoke, and blew up the stairs to the debate room. To blow off some steam. The debaters & audience awaited him, eagerly.

He was bold. He was beautiful. He overrode the debate with a Spanish panache and a gothic energy. "We have the facts and we're voting...SI!", he exclaimed. He pounded the air, as the audience gasped in wonder. My companion couldn't take her dancing brown eyes off of him. She started to shake and cough - just like in that famous book by Nabokov. I held her closely, to stop it. But to no avail.

There were no questions asked of him during the period alloted. His opponents conceded their defeat about halfway in. He recognized this with great grace. "In the end, I win every time as ink remains", he had to admit, standing up. My lady friend had joined the chorus of clapping hands. He bowed, and split.

Splitting the crowd, he approached my companion and I. He un-self-consciously flashed his zoot suit (Style: Nueva York), and said...

If you'd like to know what happens next, email me at shadowboxer@pobox.com.

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My thanks to Julian Sanchez for his musing.

Graphics courtesy of Sandra Chang.

Soundtrack by Wendy Rule and Echo & The Bunnymen.