soul

Ring, ring, ring

- Hello who is this? -
-I am the Moreno commander-
- You want to major? -
- In a small village fifteen minutes from his home just died a person want to pick up his body-
-Captain, did not miss anything? -
-Nothing, just move-

"I had no damn old for throwing the phone and forgot the date today, but the truth is" who cares about this date? " these were my only thought as I put my black boots that matched my gay black clothes, and out of my darkly decorated home and climb into the car night red-colored glasses while trying driven away the cries of my triztesa I drove to the house in which I had said comomandante but upon arrival at the house saw a modest home of a uniformly painted white rather angelic in which a woman dressed in black waiting for me sitting in a rocking chair I slowly lower the car alongside me lestes put my dark and walked toward the lady with tears in her eyes red cheeks and spoke haltingly tell me:

- Hi ... m. .. my son is dead ... this ... dead-
-I know, so I came to this place, although it is the lady most important day for me I came to this place to take his son-
- E. .. today is your birthday? My son was also his birthday today but this birthday was and he died-
-Not exalted Lord is true today is my birthday, but nobody remembers the not even my mother welcomed me this day, better tell me where is the body-
-Follow me please-
-Ok-

started to follow Mrs. entering his house watching first his room finely decorated in the style of the room but a Hindu prince and follow along the hallway before reaching the room I found for a second fall within the Elysian fields more upon entering the room of death seemed to enter hell because that room had three beds in one of them was the body of this suicide bled by the aorta with blood that bathed the white sheets in which the body was embuelto even with the blood that fell to the ground like a river and the wall is marked only saw the back of him even after death hoombre had that look full of despair but in the second bed was a little boy about four years in which it was clear that he had drunk the blood of that poor dead and had been painted with red tears nono's own blood while he laughed as if that fact was regpugnante funniest thing in the world and the third bed was a ciquenta man in years he had in his hands a white camellia camellia which petitive deicia kiss "is dead, not dead" when it came to this dead pulling the petal to the blood stream but if you played is not dead the kiss that petal and then throw it in the current, these petals alrrededor remained stagnant body of a pregnant woman to whom he had already broken the source and juices combined with prenatal blood had at that moment that I saw such a crazy scream so loud that even God will cover my ears but the lady approached me and said:

- Lord please take the body of my son-
- Not crazy, tell your child that there is much blood to take and tell your husband that even though the kiss camellia not revive his son while you tell them that you take your daughter to the hospital as is about to be a light, well I'm going, Bey-Bey-

after these words I got in the car and headed micasa but did not know was that the soul of that cadaber levarse wanted a birthday for the other side ...



Short story by senegoid ademordna
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Written on 2010-10-23 at 05:34

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