The Blind Luna
I sliced the paper before penning down two colors on the pieces.
I wrapped the piece of paper before shaking it and throwing it on the table. “If you pick green, you have to ask first, but if red. I get to ask first,” I let out as he picked before unfolding it. The moment he unfolded it he smiled before showing me. “Red,” I read.
“You get to ask first,” he let out, making me sigh. “Why do you call me Mi Luz?” I asked, hopefully waiting for a reply. “Mi Luz means My light,” he said, holding my hands across the dining table.