As he turns off the light not to see her, the darkness in the room overwhelms her and she begins to sobs. Winter is also felt in this small and almost completely unfournished room.
He thinks to himself as he sits in the only chair. He leans almost 90° with each elbow supported by one knee as he holds his gun. Why did it have to be her? Now I have her close again. I lost soo much because of her...Jason.
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miércoles, 26 de mayo de 2010
Regular wednesday
"I saw you and after that, I met you. But I never imagined I would ever forget you! Yet I did" She pauses and looks up at him.
"You came in the door, the guard smiled at you and you said hello. You didn´t look up or down, you already knew the place and the plan. Come in around 9am a wednesday, the calmest time of the week. Less people so it´s not so much of a mess and enough so that they take you seriously. You were waiting for what as I was waiting to cash my check?" she asks him as she remembers the day she was shot. However, she receives no answer.
"I was the last person in the 3rd line, far from the windows. It was decided, destiny to be your hostage". She looks at him again but this time holding back the tears.
"You came in the door, the guard smiled at you and you said hello. You didn´t look up or down, you already knew the place and the plan. Come in around 9am a wednesday, the calmest time of the week. Less people so it´s not so much of a mess and enough so that they take you seriously. You were waiting for what as I was waiting to cash my check?" she asks him as she remembers the day she was shot. However, she receives no answer.
"I was the last person in the 3rd line, far from the windows. It was decided, destiny to be your hostage". She looks at him again but this time holding back the tears.
miércoles, 12 de mayo de 2010
Hogar

La llave de la casa ya está en dirección a su cerradura, al entrar por la apertura y escuchar el distintivo ruido del metal al dar la vuelta, hace que su dueño, encorbatado y agotado por otro día de trabajo, relaje sus hombros al escuchar un sonido familiar desde la puerta de su casa.
Suelta su maletín en la entrada y gritá: "Buenas noches" y en dúo le contestan: "Buenas noches". Al escuchar el saludo, sonríe por primera vez en toda la tarde y se dirige en silencio hasta el área común de la casa, la cocina. En eso, su cara cambia al ver a su esposa sentada al lado de su hijo de 8 años, a quien le insiste en que falta menos para terminar la tarea.
Su cara refleja lo que esta pensando: "Puede ser un cliché but life can't get better then this" Sin embargo, unos segundos después se ríe sólo al pensar: "bueno...capaz el día que el chamo me mantenga".
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