Imelda held the picture in her hand, the last physical remnant of Hector and their life together. She remembered the day they took the photograph, how Imelda had been wary about the newfangled device but Hector had been so excited, how he had kept on making jokes and making Coco laugh until Imelda had chastised him. How he had worn his mariachi suit, and she had worn her favorite purple dress, and how she had done Coco's hair in twin braids with silk ribbons they had managed to scrounge enough money to buy. She remembered how he had insisted that his guitar be in the picture, his guitar which he was so proud of, and Imelda had complied. How he had wrapped his arm around her, how Coco had squirmed in her lap. How the bright flash had blinded her and Hector had laughed at the novelty, how her frown at the irritation had been turned into a smile at the sound of his laugh. It had been a good day. But, before any whisper of a smile could cross her lips at the memory, Imelda ripped Hector's head from the picture and promptly threw it in the trash.
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La Bikina: Through The Years
FanfictionHector and Imelda through the years. How they met, got married, grew apart, passed away, and their life in The Land Of The Dead. Will they ever reunite? -- A series of one shots, blurbs, and drabbles.
