Santiago Dominguez liked efficiency. That’s why he simply shot his political opponents in the jungle. Quick. Efficient. Dominguez’s true cruelty emerged when it came to the opponents’ children.
That’s how Emiliano found himself chained in the upper room of an abandoned missionary’s home. Water leaked from the roof after daily rains. He wouldn’t die of thirst. Mangoes, barely within reach, grew in the single tree outside the window.
“He’ll starve slowly,” said Defense Minister Serrano, looking up at the window.
“No,” sniggered Dominguez. “The huge snakes that climb that tree will eat him within a week.” He offered a sly smile. “I must feed my constituents, you see?”
Seventeen years later, a young man entered El Presidente Dominguez’s bedchamber. He moved fast as lightning, like a snake. In an instant, Dominguez’s bodyguards were dead.
Dominguez spat up blood, slowly dying from a belly wound. “What is this?” he coughed.
“A message from your constituents,” growled Emiliano.
“I know you!” gasped Dominguez.
“Yes. You abandoned me in the jungle, Gilipollas! ”
Dominguez gazed at his dead bodyguards, ostensibly the most dangerous men in the world. “But…how?”
Emiliano smiled. “What do you expect? All you left me to eat was mangoes…and snakes.”
Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/10/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-20/
Gilipollas (Spanish curse word): Used frequently to describe bastards, the word ‘Gilipollas’ is simply served as a retorting cuss. When someone pisses you off, or even teases you, you would call him a ‘Gilipollas’. Translated literally, ‘gili’ comes from a latin word meaning ‘son’.