Last Night In Cuba

WINTER 1971, SIERRA MAESTRA, SOUTHEASTERN CUBA

     The whirling helicopters were above his head, flying over the branches of the trees, with their headlight missing his steps, and he ran faster than them, swaying through the thick mountain that ran westward from the far side of the south of the oriente province in southeast cuba, with an upward transition from the coast. 

     Military vehicles were on his tail, flashing lights on their path as they chased the man. Trees fell, the paths were cleared off of vegetation, the night was cold as ice, but driven by a burning desire– kept them afloat. 

      But they weren't his problem, at least for the moment because there was a bigger reason to flee; these beasts were chasing him and they ran behind the scenes in the dark. It was just their perfect place and he would bee damned if they caught up with him. 

    The man r