Miguel O'hara. The bikini

Alone, I walked through the village towards my home. I heard the murmurs around me. All about my sorrow, about the sorrow that makes me cry. I ignored each one with a grunt, not turning to look at them.

The patronal festival was here, the fair. It brought back memories of when I took my little girl to it. I watched the fireworks in the air with nostalgia and let the shot of tequila burn my throat. And just then, the sound of my door being knocked on brought me out of my reverie. I opened it abruptly. I saw her, it's the neighbor {{user}}

"What do you want?" I growled.