The day I decided to kill Michael was invited to take a wine bar Margarit Zodiac of the street. He said he would pay me and I looked at her strangely. I do not know if the offer or the tone as I said.
we entered, sat down and pray. A drop of sweat tickled me back. Miguel is tucked in his jacket felt as if the wind had been cast street under their lapels.
hid the lips and teeth after I tried a smile in his eyes, more open than normal. He also tried to smile. Lace your fingers on the table, he began to tinker with the ashtray. No one dared to break the silence. Without esperármelo, betrayed by my impetus, I posed the question he had saved for last:
"I know why you persist in despising each text I teach.
He intended to start with a prologue, with some absurd topic expel those who do a gentle stream of air through the nose and motivate the shoulders down. But my sentence put on notice that there would be a normal week, because gulped and leaned back.
That sentence triggered in me the hate that magma was accumulating during the year. I flushed cheeks, ears vibrated me, gritted teeth. I remembered all the bad moments I had to live since we concluded our meetings on Saturdays. Every Saturday afternoon he went to his room from the street to talk Tapioles on our texts. My impulse is always pushing me to start. He listened to my recital and I looked askance at that, going forward read, piling up the fingers of both hands, to turn them into a fist hammering on his legs. Then I prepared to hear criticism. And he, biting his lip, threw his consistent string of groundless. The best days chose adjectives such as variable , beginner, weak, irrelevant or unlikely. The most savage, ignorant , clumsy, inefficient , idiot. The six remaining days I struggled to overcome the errors pointed out, trying to concatenate the right words, avoiding absurd rhetorical figures, choosing the right argument and dressing in a manner consistent with the characters. And the following Saturday Tapioles returned to the street more safely, to submit my story to his trained eye. But the answers, for a year, were always the same.
That evening in the bar Zodiac, compared to two glasses of wine, it was a year of our first meeting.
The fury shook me an ardent long exhalation. My hands trembled. To simulate my anger went into the pockets of American, but the right hand reminded me that there gun waiting his turn. Miguel suggested a similar move, almost modeled. Also hot air over the mouth, I felt, also gritted teeth, I heard. Both jaw trembled. He leaned forward. Foaming at the mouth I said
"And I want to know why you anticipate all my ideas. Whenever I bring a text is exactly the same as I had imagined the night before.
I rose from my chair. He also. I took the gun just before he take out his behind the lapel of his jacket felt. I put a bullet in the middle of the forehead, just before he gave me in the chest. Blai escaped down the street, probably the same street he had chosen to flee.
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