Una breve ausencia, algunos contratiempos en el camino, un regreso sino triunfal, espero que decente. Aquí vamos, Usted que tiene a bien leer y yo, que cuando tengo tiempo libre, lo ocupo escribiendo.
“Not today”
she though, while was brushing her blond hair facing a lighted mirror. “You
won´t get anything from this doll today, you asshole”. She put the brush in the
shelf and sighted. She left her pretty home in the suburbs, with a golden
retriever playing in the grass and the neighbors driving their polished cars.
Where the
hell could it be? Last night he had let one can of beer hidden away from his
roommate. The disgusting bastard never wanted to buy his own beer. Now, where
is it? Chips wrinkled bags, soda cans, dirty disposable dishes, half-smoked
cigarettes… and the cough always comes along in the mornings, ripping his
chest, watering his eyes. Weed, at least, gave him no cough.
“Got any coins?”
asked the bus driver once she´d step in. The driver was a black woman with the
biggest ass in all Phoenix. She searched her pocket. Both smiled. Once she
could sit aside to a WW-II veteran with a USS Mississippi cap that snorted
softly, she blanked her mind.
Outside the
building he walked on sun. A sun so bright that makes every reflex to seem
white. Lighted a cigarette and put on his sunglasses, letting his long red hair
run free around his ears. Calmly he began to walk down the street. The
temperature in the sidewalk was not under ninety. By the moment he reached the
corner he wanted he´d saved two beers.
Down from
the bus she walked through the campus trying to be invisible, holding her
backpack thigh, her sigh on the floor, the steps regular and calm.
Finally, he
arrived to college campus, black circles of sweat under his shirt arms.
In the
corridor, surrounded by chat noises and soft music coming from the speakers,
she moved her hand down her jacket. “It´s over, you punk”, she´d think. “Not
even a kiss, not even a dime”.
He came to
the bulletin board to see the cafeteria menu. In his pocket he felt some coins and
two one-dollar bills. “Damn weed…it´s a bankruptcy maker”. Today it will
change. He positively knew that. He positively knew he’ll get enough money
today. A glance to his watches and waited.
She saw him
down the corridor and made a fist around her pistol.
“There she
is”. She was coming down the corridor. “Do you have it?”
“Of course
I have it” she tough and smiled when saw the eyes of the Latino guy open wide
facing the black and long barrel, folding his body to the wall.
“Better
yet, I have this” the Asian girl told him showing a San Francisco PD badge.
The world
continued spinning slowly, at a regular rhythm as done by millions of years.
Mexico City
April 2nd
2010
