Delicias – delights – was a story I wrote a long time ago. The title came first and seemed appropriate even though the story is not specifically about anything that could be termed to be delightful.

It is set in Mexico, somewhere on Lake Chapala near Guadalajara, and is about a single man who has taken to drinking after his wife left him. He’s a mostly failed writer without any purpose in life.

One day he starts taking care of a crazy girl he’s familiar with from the city park. He chases off a sleazoid putting the move on the girl , who then proceeds to attach herself to him, accompanying him to his house and eventually staying with him for good.

She becomes his purpose, and at the end of the story he tells her something like, “You know how lucky you are? I’m independently wealthy, have nothing to do, happen to love you and like nothing better than to take care of you.”

Perhaps the title of the story reflects mostly my delight in writing it – something light, fairytale-like, with some sort of ironic happy ending in true unrealistic fashion.

– James Steerforth ( ©  2009 )

Written for “delicious” at Sunday Scribblings.


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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