Sandra Cisneros Novels & Stories

He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-stained face from his memory and replace it with the masked dancer who actually owned his thoughts. Down in the cramped, suffocating dark of the servant quarters, the reality was far from quiet. I was sitting on the edge of my cot, my body shaking so violently that my teeth clicked together. I still had my arms wrapped tightly over my chest, holding the silk robe over the dark lace outfit like it could protect me from the memory of Diego’s heavy weight. My cheek was throbbing from the double assault of Doña Carmen’s malice and my mother’s desperate panic.

Perhaps she was wondering if her husband had frequently brought other women home, given his playboy reputation and frequent changes of partners. "Never, Miss Ghea," Sandra replied confidently, shaking her head. "Really?" This time, Sandra nodded. "Really. So far, Mr. Randy has never brought a woman home. The only woman who has been here is Ms. Celina, his cousin." Ghea looked surprised. She threw a scrutinizing look, trying to delve into Sandra's black eyes to find any hint of dishonesty. However, after careful observation, her new assistant seemed serious and honest in her words.

Sandra replied embarrassed by how she had laughed earlier. ‘ there is no need to be embarrassed. it's needed once in a while. Caesar spoke after noticing how flustered she was. ‘ besides we haven’t spoken about you’. Caesar said curiously. ‘ oh, there is nothing much to know about me. I am just Sandra. Just plain Sandra James.’ She said suddenly feeling downcast. Caesar looked at her for a flickering moment before replying to her.’ No one is just a ‘just’ you know.

I would like to have a few words with you. Confused and fear-stricken Sandra hurried back to duty wondering what he would want to discuss with her. He was in his early 40s and she was just 20 fresh out of college. Surely he was maybe going to offer her a job. So many ideas ran through her mind and she decided to let them go. Eric paid his bill and decided to drive to the gold course not too far from the restaurant for a few hours before he would return to Sandra at 4. Sandra was very different from all the ladies Eric had been with previously. She was a shy girl, laid-back and not sophisticated like the ladies he was used to. He could not place his fingers on what attracted him to her beside

*oh Keyla, I know we had a bad start, but maybe that can be changed* she looked questioningly at Keyla *no thanks, not interested* Keyla would normally have gotten louder by now at the latest, but she just didn't care *why are you so dismissive, I mean it well* *ah yes, just as you meant everything else well, of course* Keyla closed her eyes, she just wanted to be alone, why did Sandra have to show up here now. Especially the ones that had destroyed everything in the first place *if you're interested, you should still have my number* Sandra got up and waited for a reaction from Keyla

Noah hoped that they wouldn't fight or get all lovey. Before Aztec could respond, Sandra got up and walked toward Aztec who was watching her curiously. He wondered whether she was still angry with him from earlier, but as he looked at her eyes, he could see a totally new emotion. His Luna was jealous as hell, and that turned him on in the worst of ways. "Hello, I’m Ms. Franzel. I work with Mr. Noah here,” Sandra said, as she stretched out her hand to greet the visitors. Aztec gave her his hand, but she ignored him and instead, she greeted Trisha, the secretary who had come with Aztec.

she broke the silence. It seemed like she had forgot her name. She scratched her head and said "Carmen Anderson"the secretary nodded and looked at the file in front of her. "Oh hi Carmen! You're lucky your turn will be up next after Samantha"Carmen sat down beside a Barbie-like woman. She had her long straight blonde hair down and was dressed in such disgusting clothes. Was she going to work as an actress or a stripper! "They'd never pick you"the woman said. "Excuse me"Carmen said shockingly.

I continue with my eating, making sure I don’t waste the delicious food. “If I may ask, what’s that stone for anyway? It has to be so important that you have to kidnap me and hold me ransom.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin as I set the rest of the wasting utensils away. Santino stares at his brother, and Maximo nods his head. “We are not from here, Samantha.” “Duh…” “No, you don’t get it,” Maximo cuts me off. “We are not from here, meaning earth.”

Instead, she slipped back inside, keeping her voice low as she leaned close to Sandra. “Sandra,” she whispered, tilting her chin toward the car outside. “Someone’s looking for you again… it’s Jessica Lopez.” Once again, Vicky was struck by her coworker’s composure. Sandra didn’t so much as blink at the sight of a renowned writer waiting outside for her. With the same calm detachment she always carried, she walked out of the shop, her expression as unreadable as ever. “Why come all the way here? You could’ve just gone to my house,” Sandra said the moment she reached her.

Sandra nodded mechanically, even as her throat burned with unsaid words. Upstairs, she locked her door and whispered her rebellion onto paper: “I am not your dream, I am my own. Your stethoscope chokes me, But my pen gives me breath.” Then she giggled softly, imagining Abby fainting if he ever read it. Tshepo’s Spiral While Sandra scribbled poems, Tshepo was sitting in a smoke-filled backroom of a township tavern. “Raise the bet,” he said, his voice shaky. “Again?” one man laughed, slapping the table. “You’re digging your own grave, brother.”