I was a demon, cursing in a high nook of the Cloudbuster. I told the kids, in a raspy voice, that I\u2019d eat their flesh if they didn\u2019t speak the password–any password would do. \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cPlease.\u201d When kids got freaked, I\u2019d tell them, in my normal voice, that they\u2019d turned me good. When I was tired of it, I stood to stretch but a child I forgot I\u2019d played with told me to get back into my spot, so I frowned and groaned and followed her to that tight squeeze. When I asked for her password, she said all she had for me was meatloaf. No more password, now I would need meatloaf. I told her it was delicious, her handfuls of nothing. She said they were her mother\u2019s and crawled off. Next time she came around, I growled, \u201cHello, witch.\u201d She said, \u201cNot a witch! Just a kid,\u201d and brought me more meatloaf. She said she had to leave, so she gave me all the meatloaf her mother had made–her favorite meal–and told me I could speak in my normal voice, that I should say, \u201cThank you, friend.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Juli\u00e1n Martinez (he\/him) is the son of Mexican and Cuban immigrants and is from Waukegan, IL. His work has appeared in or is forthcoming in<\/em> Peach\u00a0Mag,\u00a0<\/em>Prolit,\u00a0<\/em>Barrio\u00a0Panther\u00a0and elsewhere. His work has received The Society of Professional Journalists’ Mark of Excellence and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Find him online @martinezfjulian<\/a>. As a DJ, he goes by the name DJ Guadalupe (aka A Vato with Serato) and can be heard rocking a party near you.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"