attire reflected his character cortita red miniskirt showing her long, shapely legs, yellow low-cut sleeveless blouse that exposed her voluminous breasts half hidden, portfolio White hung on his left shoulder, black shoes, high heels, seduced by the movement of her hips to the rhythm of their delicate steps, red scarf tied in her hair straight, colored bracelets on his left wrist and a tiny Timex on the right. The enlarged lipstick his thin lips and excessive makeup hiding his hated scar left cheek. His hazel eyes hypnotized by attracting when his eyelids fluttered her long lashes.
He stopped at the corner of Wing Sang, watched the clock imported from New Orleans that he had given Gustavo and realized he would be late. Thought in the few days remaining to leave this miserable life and go with him to Juigalpa, which would be moved to fulfill its duty as a sergeant on active duty in the National Guard. Must be in the pool, he thought. She opened her purse, took out a pack of menthol cigarettes, lit one, inhaling the smoke and the aroma dense, saturated by waste deposed from the inhabitants of the city, from the manhole open. Do not take it anymore, everything sucks, she thought as one of China deposited the trash in a barrel outside the tent, daily ritual to avoid stagnation of good fortune and attract positive energies. That is, I must leave this city, he thought. He crossed the street to go to pool.
Standing at the threshold of the door, his presence brought whistles and compliments of the spectators, while players and eight ball carom failed in their shots. Here I am, my love! Wait and go to Hollywood! Always keep you rich! Here's your daddy!, Doctor, you look!, Doctor! Seeing the doctor was filled with anger, turned and with a slight impulse moved her buttocks in farewell prompting laughter and hisses at the pool hall. Must be on duty, he thought, walked hesitantly toward the corner of Chico Quant.
His thoughts fell at the age of fourteen years as a maid in the house of the doctor. I cleaned the room and heard the door close, he saw naked, crazed eyes and felt his strength to throw her in bed, tore her skirt threatening, if you scream I'll kill you!, Angrily removed his underwear and, to scream, hit on the cheek, covered his mouth with his left hand and felt powerless desecration of his body with burning pain as he gasped exhausted, brutalized, bathed in his own sweat. Observed to be fed blood on the sheets and left the room triumphant. Damn! He said. He walked.
sidewalk When changing noted that the continued and quickened his pace. Opposite the mouth of the alley he heard his name: Silvia, Silvia, wait, love! He looked, it was Jorge Borges. Never paid attention in his capacity as a prostitute had sustained relationships with various types, but hated the rough and rowdy as he who boast of their strength and women talk crap.
came quickly trying to avoid it, felt the blow of the foul smell and, to stare at the floor, avoiding stepping on the droppings, Jorge grabbed her waist. Shouted with all his might while trying to elude him, but his power was greater. The last scene was repeated and desperate cries his way to the canteen located at the end of the alley. The loud music from the jukebox is not allowed to listen to it, desperate bit him on the shoulder. He was furious and hit her belly and raised his fist to keep hitting it when he felt a similar force that stopped the momentum. Gustavo was in civilian clothes, who came to the bar in your search. Guard stupid, do not mess!, Shouted. Coward, hit me me, you bastard!, Said Gustavo. Between struggle and blows, Jorge stuck a dagger in Gustavo's chest, pulled him furiously and after a second thrust pierced his liver, falling instantly covered with blood. My God, you killed, you killed it!, Anguished cry, helpless before the dying cry of his beloved.
seeing him in his own blood, Jorge ran in haste to flee, looking way out into the street at the same moment that two co-Gustavo entered the alley going to the canteen for a few drinks with him. Catch him, killed Gustavo, is it! shouted Sylvia. They grabbed the bloody knife in his hands, beat and kicked him, cursing him until he prostrated pain. Gustavo's body was removed and taken to the barracks along with Jorge Borges. Silvia went in tears to the canteen closed early Maybel who dismissing drunk and spent the rest of the night comforting.
At dawn, a group of people crowded into the mouth of the alley. Jorge Borges's body lying on the ground showed a bullet hole in his chest and countless bruises. Word spread through the city and the family removed the body. They tried to celebrate Mass and then bury it, but the priest would not allow it because the angry crowd shouted Enough, enough is enough, down the dictatorship!, Agüero alive!, While an air force plane crosses the sky of the city with the corpse of Gustavo accompanied by Silvia wearing mourning.
- you always been violent in the city? Asked the incredulous to hear Maybel.
- Today more than ever before. For this murder and others to Embedded death row, "he said thoughtfully, adding - you rob and kill in broad daylight from Chavalos the murder of drug flowing to schools.
- How do you know?
- is in sight, go for a ride and you'll realize what I say. Be careful, thieves, murderers and drug sold on the loose in the streets, they walk like he owned the place.
Hill
New Guinea, RAAS.
Sunday March 27, 2011
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