La Bloga: Chicano flash fiction - The day

“For the rest of his near-immortal life, Chaneco would regret his decision to climb the sixty-five degree incline out back of the Havasupai Sisters’ wood and yeso cabin below the cascades of Hualapai Falls around which every week the locals exchanged rumors and wild tales about the pictographs inscribed in shaman blood–not up one of the larger canyons, but deeper into the smallest one where it was said even spirits of the Falls could not easily enter.”

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