The Last Red Sunset

Instead of my name, I will start this story with my nickname… Hummingbird! My grandma used to call me Hummingbird since I was a little boy. There was a point in my childhood where my nickname made me feel like Speedy Gonzalez, so hyper; until one good day I decided to find it out with the typical questions of a little kid. And the answer came quickly, a pleasant atmosphere turned into an enjoyable conversation between my grandma and me. Of course, I believe there is other ways to start this story but this is the way I remember it. This is the way I see it…this is the way I feel it. And this is the way I’ll say it. In this world, everyone has the chance to live in real life experiences of any type of nature, including strange ways to survive without water, or food in the middle of nowhere. Well, you name it. But alien abductions? Or, ghostly apparitions from dead people…that sounds crazy and spooky. Simply, out of the mind. Don’t you think? Well, I could say that you have to be… let’s say for now: something else.