Daily Writing Challenge, Day 10

Creation went in the Espinal family. When she and Lalo were little, their mother would go on and on about the poems their grandfather wrote. Lalo brought animals back to life in the basement of autobody shop, which Laura considered creation of a sort.

And, years before becoming a lawyer, Laura created with the pen. She could still create, she would guess, she didn’t think something like that could disappear, but most nights she told herself it had disappeared. She’d agreed not to open that door again, and she knew the consequences for going back on her word.

Her supervisor sat across from Laura at a conference desk. “You’re sure you can’t?” asked Delfina, with a stern look that said brooked no bullshit. It was in part for that lack of bullshit that Laura applied to work at Delfina Jaramillo Velez’s nonprofit.

Laura sighed. She scratched a few words on a piece of looseleaf, and watched as the ink rose up off the paper.

“I could,” said Laura. “This is gonna fuck up Fernando though.”

Originally written 5.1.2024