Nuevamente sintió unas arcadas que la hicieron inclinarse
bruscamente, amenazante vomitadora adolescente, y, antes
de erguirse, volvió a escuchar las voces de hiena en su cabeza
y sintió que el estómago se le suicidaba.
La Sombra del Ministerio: la Captura
Eduardo Ortega González
Once again, Uncle Richard was alone with the little and well-behaved Susie. His mother wasn’t coming back home until much later, at night. So they had plenty of time. That silly little girl already had in hand the toys that her grandmother had bought her. She was making a lego house, with no lights or joy in her eyes. Uncle Richard knew those games couldn’t make her happy. So did she, he saw it in the glances that she threw at him all the time. She wanted to play a better game, but did not know how to ask him. Why couldn’t she just ask? He knew that it was her favorite game, she always shed tears from laughing so hard while they played it.
But…
…she looked at him with her big green eyes and a smile that seemed to beckon him, and he felt like a modern Odysseus being called by the sirens. Therefore he jumped and ran after her. Her laughter filled the air, like the crying howl of a puppy in a cold winter night. And he roared while pursuing her down the corridor, like a chthonic beast mad from thirst and hunger.
Then he entered the last room, whose door she had just crossed. He couldn’t see her anywhere. He tried to contain his panting breath, and listened. They hadn’t run that much, but his face was boiling red, and his heart was about to escape its prison made of flesh and bones. In that very same room he used to play with her mom, and he could see her face in Susie’s.
The same smile.
The same eyes. And the same blonde fringes covering her eyebrows. Even the same tears while laughing at that game. Susie was just the perfect copy of her mom.
It had already been more than a year since he taught her that game, while the family was spending a whole week in that hotel in the south. The way she laughed that first time had become one of his favorite memories of his entire life. It was like music to his ears. And he just wanted to repeat it, once, and again, and again. And she also wanted it. He knew it every time, even if she never said a word about it. It was on her smile, on her eyes and on the way she’d laugh when playing. She loved it, and he would play with her every day. He just wished she would never grow up, because he knew that would mean the end, at some point, as it was with her mom.
He just waited for two or three seconds and her laughter betrayed her. Afterward he approached her, then smiled at her and, lastly, grabbed her by the shoulders, while his trembling lips uttered a soft ‘caught ya. You’ve been a bad girl’. Finally, the game had just started. And her laughter, once again, filled the air.
3 respuestas a “Richard’s game. From La Sombra del Ministerio.”
Your writing skills are amazing! I really love it!
Thank you so much for your comment! I am planning on publishing more regularly, so stay tuned! Is there any topic you would like to read about?
This was both shocking and amazing!