JJ Barea stood on the sandy beach, his eyes closed, facing the direction of the reflected moon on the shimmering water. The darkening twilight and ocean mist alike shrouded him in the mystique of his native land, Puerto Rico. He took a deep breath of the breeze, and relished its salty tang. This was his time.
His wife came out of their seaside cottage and walked to him, her white dress glimmering in the light of the moon. She stood next to him, silent as the night itself, looking with her husband towards the distant horizon.
“Atabey, goddess of the moon, mother of Yúcahu, hear me and heed me. This only I ask of you.”
“Honey?”
JJ opened his eyes and smiled. “Yes, my dear?”
“Is everything alright?” She looked at him with concern in her eyes, deep as the vast ocean.
“With you by my side, there is nothing that cannot be overcome. It’s just…”
“Yes?”
“Sometimes I wish DownToBuck would stop calling me Spanish. I am Puerto Rican! I was merely uttering a plea towards mother Atabey for the resolution of this problem. Come, let us return to the cottage.”
With that, the midget Spaniard and his wife returned to their abode, glowing a radiant yellow, framed by palm trees. The night had only just begun.