Moon Water (NSFW)

Fifteen minute flash fiction exercise

Prompt: 

Write about a character looking for a sign.

    The crystals should have warned him that this would happen. Alejandro huffed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. With his right hand, he rubbed the blue lace agate as he continued walking. His shoulders hunched angrily and he kicked the sidewalk in annoyance.
    No one cares about you, Alejandro.
    Shut up. Alejandro almost said the words aloud. Instead he pushed his inner saboteur out the door and called on the agate’s energy. “Give me clarity. Align me with the universe. Give me a sign. I know he’s out there somewhere. Please. I need to meet him.”
    He doesn’t want to meet you. He’s happier without you.
    SHUT. UP.
    Alejandro clenched his teeth as he turned the corner and headed back to the foster home. A kid on the stoop called out to him. “Yo, Ale, you find out anything?”
    Alejandro just shook his head and squeezed the agate tighter.
    “Let it go, man,” said another one of his housemates. “Our dads don’t care. Do you need more proof than this?” He pointed to the black door with the DCS plaque.
    Alejandro remained silent. The full moon last night told him something different than these boys. Something different than the voices in his head. The moon had promised him something special. His father.
    Alejandro had prepared the moon water exactly like Lydia had said. He drank the whole goddamn liter.
    Fuck the moon water.
    Fuck the moon.
    Fuck dads.
    “Alejandro Rivas?” A woman’s voice asked from behind him.
    He turned around to see the telltale social worker with her stupid lanyard around her stupid neck holding her stupid clipboard.
    Fuck the social worker.
    “Who’s asking?”
    “I’m Cecilia D’Antonio. I have some information about your father.”