We disappeared into the bushes as the sun was starting to set. Some of the areas of the space looked very dark. I reached for my pocket and took out a little envelope that had incense and an image of an angel flying upright holding a sword. At the top it read, “You are always, protected.”
“Is that the gift that my Aunt Raquel gave you?” Josh asked. “No, keep your voice down, our mom gave me this one,” I whispered. “I carry it with me for times like these,” I continued. “You never know what we’ll encounter.”
We walked, climbed and searched through the bush-covered hill and to my surprise no one else was there. “I don’t get it, I could’ve of sworn I felt someone staring at us,” I said.
“Do you think it’s that shadow that you’ve told me about?” Josh asked.
We sat down in a small area where there was evidence that someone had been there days before. Opened and emptied canned food containers laid on the floor, an old distressed, thinned out blanket and random papers and books were scattered too.
“That usually happens when I’m asleep though, why would it be here while I’m awake?” I questioned myself.
Since I could remember, every so often I would wake up from my sleep because I felt a deep stare. Upon opening my eyes, I always see a shadow-like, slim and tall figure hovering over me. Every time I manage to ask it – “Who are you?” I never get a response so I always turn on the light – it always disappears in that moment.
“Check this out bro! Look what I found,” Josh said. He broke me out of my thoughts right before I went into living in my mind.
Josh had found a spray-can within the clutter. “Imagine if this was the spray-can that Siqueiros used to paint his murals,” he said as he shook the can.
You know that person that can retain a lot of information and is knowledgeable in everything, that too is my brother. My father had once shown us a book on David Alfaro Siqueiros. There it stated that back in 19-something he had used and explored spray-paint for some of his murals.
“It don’t work though, bummer,” Josh said as he pressed the nozzle down. “Turn it upside down, see if that helps.” I said.
It did, the entire space became a black mist.
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“Is that the gift that my Aunt Raquel gave you?” Josh asked. “No, keep your voice down, our mom gave me this one,” I whispered. “I carry it with me for times like these,” I continued. “You never know what we’ll encounter.”
We walked, climbed and searched through the bush-covered hill and to my surprise no one else was there. “I don’t get it, I could’ve of sworn I felt someone staring at us,” I said.
“Do you think it’s that shadow that you’ve told me about?” Josh asked.
We sat down in a small area where there was evidence that someone had been there days before. Opened and emptied canned food containers laid on the floor, an old distressed, thinned out blanket and random papers and books were scattered too.
“That usually happens when I’m asleep though, why would it be here while I’m awake?” I questioned myself.
Since I could remember, every so often I would wake up from my sleep because I felt a deep stare. Upon opening my eyes, I always see a shadow-like, slim and tall figure hovering over me. Every time I manage to ask it – “Who are you?” I never get a response so I always turn on the light – it always disappears in that moment.
“Check this out bro! Look what I found,” Josh said. He broke me out of my thoughts right before I went into living in my mind.
Josh had found a spray-can within the clutter. “Imagine if this was the spray-can that Siqueiros used to paint his murals,” he said as he shook the can.
You know that person that can retain a lot of information and is knowledgeable in everything, that too is my brother. My father had once shown us a book on David Alfaro Siqueiros. There it stated that back in 19-something he had used and explored spray-paint for some of his murals.
“It don’t work though, bummer,” Josh said as he pressed the nozzle down. “Turn it upside down, see if that helps.” I said.
It did, the entire space became a black mist.
∞
Page 6
Concept art for The Crow's Aura.
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