My father is a large man. Larger than a normal man. He's very important. People say so, but they don't need to. I can tell he's important. He knows so. He wears a uniform.
It was a formal looking sign. The kind of sign that says "Hey, look at me. I'm better than you" to all the lesser signs of the world. -Welcome to Hell. No smoking, please -Ningún fumar, por favor
The balcony floor was covered in ash. My bare feet were buried in it, stained by dead embers. I raised my head and glanced across the earth. The ocean was on fire.