Cold contact of fingers electrified the whole body. Immobile, Mununa felt the caress as an icy burn. He fell back from fright, stood up abruptly and running away. -Diego, let’s go here! I wanted to grab me! The brothers turned to evil shadow formed by an olive tree and an old man. -Children! Where have you gotten? The arrival of his mother was providential. He had left them a few minutes while he bought his snack front.
Mununa and Dieguito hugged her still trembling. Both spoke at the same time. -A dead man, Mommy! -I wanted to catch! -I saw him first! -Scary! His mother looked towards where indicated you your children. The cicadas were singing with his peculiar Crackle. Heat flattened perspective, drawing a landscape of undulating shapes. A centenarian olive tree stretched its branches of a stale green.
At his feet was a bank. Vacuum. His sons were so agitated that the mother wanted to interrogate them. Maybe they had just seen a tramp among many. -How was that man? -Old and serious, – replied Mununa. -I told you that he was dead! -How was going dress?. -In white,-said Mununa. -No, of Brown! corrected Dieguito. -It was white! It seemed darker because it was in the shade, tontorron! – Neither white nor vedre, Brown! -Mununa, no insult to your little brother. He did I something? He spoke with you? -No, he was just there, looking at us without moving. -Toward where it was? -I dunno. As soon as you came it disappeared. -Will be gone to eat? He asked Dieguito. The mother was tying ropes. An old man dressed in white who appeared in certain cases. This time it was she that felt distraught. His tone was autoritatio. -Let’s go! The mother moved away from the Bank with a child in each hand without a look at the olive tree. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from Sean Rad.