Published in MAN MAGAZINE in March 2008. Stories
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THE END, FOR NOW (I)
MAY DIE OF COLD (II)
WITHIN THE FOREST (III)
LRR LOCA (IV)
NIGHT WAS A VERY STRANGE (V)
NOTHING WRONG (VI)
No more sleepless nights, no more backaches, no more debt, no more calls unanswered. This day was the one, and then there would be another. He felt as he looked old. He missed his car. Should walk back, through the forest and back. Should I take this woman home, or airport, or wherever he went. Should carry out their work, and he also returned home. End to this strange adventure that was expanding as the stain of blood under the fridge. The woman was now in silence, looking out the window. In the parking lot of the cafe next to the gas station, the driver grinned, came and went, shouting.
- What happened? - She asked.
She could not help laughing.
- My father has stolen the truck.
- I have not seen or heard anything, he said, never seen anyone so gently stealing pigs.
- My father is a brute - Said the girl proud .- Well, sometimes yes. But do not kill anyone and stuff ... and if you can, would rather steal for good.
"I should call the police, she said. Last night something very strange happened in that house and this morning did not start better.
She was suddenly very serious.
- My father has nothing to do with the house. My father does not kill, or cut people to pieces, my father only steals. And sometimes sticks to steal, and sometimes sticks because yes, but not a murderer. My father robs people passing by and nothing more.
"If he spends his days stealing in the same area," Pillar - "he said.
- No, no ... cover it all here. In return he shared what he steals. It is very generous with that.
-Robin Hood ..., do not fuck, I've been falling in the woods of Sherwood ... "She said.
- We better get outta soon.
saying this looked at him, and he again felt like it really was, his chauffeur. The fantasy that the woman was anything more than a client vanished and could not help but feel shame. He took his beer and rose from the table.
- I'll fix a bit - he said - and then it should go to recover the car if the father has not won it already ...
He went to the bathroom. You still head hurt, his suit was stained with mud, things had been twisted too much and, worst of all is that for a while, since he had kissed a woman, had been well within the disorder. As a prisoner in the first ten steps outside the cárcel.Había forgotten your true nature, his family, his name. Now I had to comb and clean up a bit and recover your car and your office and get rid of this woman, and child, and especially, their absurd dreams as soon as possible. While his face was wet and combed with fingers back felt gradually recovered the man really was. Returning to the table with a firm step, all his fantasies were gone. Looking the girl and the woman sitting next to the glass, it was proposed to start doing things right from now.
- If I stop a second phone, call the police. After the car go and gather.
- No. .. - She said. - No police. I can not let it get tangled up in me. I do not know what happened in that house, or want to know. But I do know there were things in that house, I'd rather not have to explain. Take the car and take me out of here, please.
felt that this was not a request but an order.
She wiped the chocolate mustache on his sleeve.
- I also I'd rather not call the police. Cogiesen I would not like my father because then they would take well to my brother, my brother and I love him very much and i do not like being alone.
- You're all crazy - he said.
The girl and the woman smiled. It seemed that the two were very nice and why did he not meddle in their affairs.
"I'll get the car - he said, and left the cafeteria.
walked along the road near the woods. Passed some cars, it was not cold, the snow still resisted in a splendid winter sun. He thought he was finally doing the right thing. Meet with their work and stay out of trouble. The last hours were very strange but everything was back to normal. Just had to sit in your car and drive, that was what he had done most of his life, and do not ask and do not expect anything and not very pretty women kissing that were not theirs. In that he was thinking when he saw a bulge in the gutter. From a distance it looked like a dog run over. But as he approached he realized it was actually a pig. A slaughtered pig lying in the snow. He knew immediately that it would be best to pass by, yet approached. He stared at the dead pig in the snow and felt again the day is twisted. Looking up again he found more in the forest. In the forest he saw in the distance, the cabin. A small hut with a chimney smoke rising. He looked at the pig again and figured that was the home of the girl. Then he remembered his watch. The gold watch from his father that thieves had stolen the forest. He did not care anything money, or the phone but wanted to retrieve his watch.
There are things you can afford in this life and there are things that do not. Some things are lost and never miss. The clock of his father was not one of them.
sought among the branches thick enough stick. When he found more immediately felt sure of his strength. Armed with a trunk, left the road and walked to the cabin in the forest interior ...
