This was the image that inspired me to write this story. I hope you enjoy my entry. (Shout out to my PB CPs for all the great feedback!)
By Rachell Abalos
Ina sat under a tree.
“Ouch!” She looked down and a mango rolled next to her feet. She picked it up, delighted to see her favorite fruit appear out of season.
Laughter danced around her. “I’m up here,” a voice called out.
The branches swayed and more mangoes rained down.
Impossible. “Tabi, tabi, po!” she yelled. Ina’s lola told her to say it whenever something did not feel right.
Then, a big creature with hair like dried leaves and limbs like tree trunks appeared.
It was a kapre. A trickster. A magical creature that her grandmother told stories about. “It does not want to be your friend,” her lola warned.
“Have a bite,” it said, offering a ripe mango.
She stared at the golden fruit. “Maybe…”
“Ina…” Lola’s voice echoed.
“No, thank you.”
Her mouth salivated, but she wasn’t hungry.
The kapre smirked and it offered the mango again. It peeled it with long nails, sticky juice dripping down its arm.
“Tabi, tabi, po,” Ina said once more.
“Just like your grandmother. Until we meet again.” The kapre bowed, then disappeared with a gush of wind.
Ina rushed home, but the taste of mango lingered in her mouth.