I just told ‘em I was taking my little gringo friend to offer up as a sacrifice to the beach gods.

A girl like that don’t belong to anyone—not even herself. She’s probably gettin’ stuffed like a piñata right now.”

A SACRIFICE TO THE GOD OF THE BLUES BY JONATHAN LAPOMA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 28

We’d only been on the road for about an hour before the first prophecy rang true.

“That smells delicious,” I took a deep breath and winced. I craved food, y…