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New novel by Ray Loriga

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DIFERENTE_RAY LORIGA


Posted in MAGAZINE MAN in April 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)

NADA MALO (VI)

a different life (VII)

He did not call because he found the door ajar. Everyone knows you should not enter strange houses with the door ajar, he knew it too, but I needed to retrieve his watch. Had walked barefoot into hell to retrieve his gold watch from his father. There was not much more to life. The cabin was empty, he knew upon entering, it was so small that there was nowhere to hide. Seemed more a mountain retreat than a home. He tried to imagine what life would be the poor child, sharing the room with these two beasts. There were three old beds, a sofa, watching television on, with the volume removed. At the back kitchen, full stack of dirty dishes, and an open bar and a pool of blood under the fridge. He should have gone to see the blood, but did not. He went to the fridge. It was full of packages made with newspaper, covered with blood. On the top shelf there were two large packages, round that could have been two beautiful melons but they certainly were not. He looked calmly between the package, both fingers, like a child looking under the tree the gift of kings. He opened one, and found a man's arm cut off at the elbow, unfortunately, was the right arm. He opened a couple more until he found what he wanted. The left arm of a man with his gold watch on your wrist. He took his watch, he wiped the blood as best he could with his coat, and again left arm in the fridge.

If it had been more ready not have done any of this and know it, but I also knew that if he had been ready all his life had been different, and it was too late to change things. Sometimes a man must begin to walk through your life without thinking in what could have been. If something is wrong remedy, it is nature itself. She left the hut and lit a cigarette. Not quite sure what to do next.

did not like making decisions, so they had driver. It was an easy job. Pick up people, take it wherever you go, take orders and not ask questions. It was a quiet life until now. He did not care what might happen to any of its customers once they left the car, or a second before getting into it. Nor was his business what he said or hiciesen inside. Not listening to their conversations, their angers, their tears. Nothing was his business. Only the road.

had broken its own rules the night before to get into that party to rescue a beautiful woman in danger and it had all been a disaster since then. If you ever came of it, not do it again. If he could retrieve his car and never leave it. It made himself this solemn promise. He was more quiet for a moment, but I knew that this decision in no way managed their immediate problems.

ruled out going to the police, did not want to spend the day giving explanations, and feared it would become suspicious of something. He thought his car back and get out of there and never re-think it. It was the sensible and yet did not like the idea that the child return to his home and meet his father and brother dismembered in the refrigerator. There was the woman. It was his client and had not yet led to their destination. Finally I knew this was just an excuse. Actually not bear the thought of not seeing her again. Even a man as he was entitled to love.

decided for the time away from the cabin and return to the road. I was tired of enchanted forests, the road was its natural place and not have been abandoned ever.

The sun had melted almost all the snow. Beginning to be hot. She blushed at the thought that had recognized himself in love with a beautiful woman he did not know anything. She felt stupid and strangely happy at the same time.

Two police cars pulled by a second of his outlandish romantic concerns. Iban counter to his way towards the petrol station.

He walked in and by a curve, finally saw his car in the distance. Next to the car were two motorcycles and two Civil Guard officers were inspecting the vehicle interior. Bothered him greatly to see two strangers in your car. He turned, not knowing quite what to do. He

five steps and stopped. Often a man who knows where it will not hurry. And in any case had already walked too that morning. He lit another cigarette and tried not to think about anything. He closed his eyes, nothing of what had happened was his fault, it was all over by accident, no one counting on him. He need not feel responsible for anything and yet he was nervous. Not like someone who has committed a crime but as someone who knows that others do not know that he has not committed. Not open his eyes until he heard the engine of a car stopping beside him.

was an old van, driven by a big fat man. Did I

somewhere? he asked.

not know why yes and got into the car. I was tired of walking. Upon entering he saw a large pile of old newspapers on the back of the van ...