Starting over (short story)

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The road was deserted, lizards and snakes roamed there. Around him, the mountains rose like dead towers. Only he and his car, driving fast, escaping from a dark past, in search of a better future. The sun burned tires and blind his vision. The sun was his only companion. While traveling he remembered the last kiss from his wife, now dead. Their children were taken by his uncle. He had nothing in this life, only his bottle of whiskey and his old car. Many times he thought about ending it all, fast, clean, no more problems, no more sadness. He was a broken man. In some other place, if things had been different, if only he had a chance, if only … but he needed money, he had to support his wife, his children, feed them, give them an education. Poverty blinded him and he has no other choice. He started to theft, first with some passersby, then step by tents. The last thing he did was break into houses, dismantle them. He felt guilty, but there was no turning back. He started working for the Mafia, doing dirty jobs. When he decided to leave it, the mob killed his wife, his uncle took custody of his children. Nothing remains for him, he was empty, has lost his soul, had come last in the race of life. Now his only option was to go, far, far away, start somewhere else. He put in some clothes and left the city. In the sky, the sun burned the asphalt.

Empezar de nuevo (short story)

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La ruta estaba desierta, los lagartos deambulaban por ahi, las serpientes. A su alrededor las montañas se elevaban como torres muertas. El y su coche, viajando a gran velocidad, escapando de un pasado obscuro, en busca de un futuro en algun otro lugar. El sol quemaba las llantas y cegaba la vision. El sol era su unico acompañante. Mientras viajaba recordaba el ultimo beso de su esposa, ahora muerta. A sus hijos se los habian llevado sus tios. No tenia nada en esta vida, solo su botella de whiskey y su viejo coche. Muchas veces pensaba en acabar con todo, un tiro rapido en la cabeza, y listo, no mas problemas, no mas tristeza. Era un hombre deshecho, se mantenia solo con sus ultimas fuerzas. En algun otro lugar, el sabia, si las cosas hubieran sido distintas, si tan solo hubiera tenido alguna oportunidad, si tan solo … Pero no fue lo que paso. Necesitaba dinero. Tenia que mantener a su esposa, a sus hijos, darles de comer, una educacion, comprarles juguetes. La pobreza lo cego y no tuvo otra opcion. Se dedico a los robos, empezo con algunos transeuntes en la calle, y luego paso a tiendas. Lo ultimo que hizo fue entrar en casas vacias y desmantelarlas, llevarse todo. Se sentia culpable, no sabia cuanto tiempo mas iba a poder seguir con eso. Pero seguia, ya no habia vuelta atras. Se metio con la mafia, empezo a trabajar para ellos, hacer trabajos sucios. Cuando quiso dejarlo, la mafia mato a su esposa, sus tios tomaron la tutela de sus hijos. Ya no le quedaba nada, estaba vacio, habia perdido su alma, habia llegado ultimo en la carrera de la vida. Ahora su unica opcion era irse, lejos, bien lejos, empezar de nuevo en algun otro lugar. Cargo su coche con algunas ropas, y se marcho de la ciudad. En el cielo, el sol quemaba la ruta.

An invitation

 

Hi, this post is a bit peculiar, right now I’ve a lot of books to read but I’m searching some more, only that I don’t know what, so, my invitation is for you, to recomend me some books, I’m up to everything but drama. Right now I’m reading Bukowski’s Women, and Carl Sagan’s Brocas Brain. You all are invited to recomend me some books. Keep on reading.

 

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