Today’s six are from a mostly-written story I discovered in the bottom of a folder.
Luisa was fifteen when Carlos kissed her the first time, and she was sixteen when he kissed her the last time, when he started kissing Bonita.
“How could he do this to me, Abuela?” Luisa sobbed that night.
“Love is never free; there is always a price to pay. You must always decide what the cost will be, and who will pay it.”
Luisa thought about her grandmother’s words as she said her evening prayers. “Por favor, Dios mío, make the price Carlos pays steep.”
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