THE PIER
mysterious Carlos attended the event wearing a dress that made him look like someone else. Dyed her hair blonde, dark glasses and a cowboy wear. Institute looked like a boy and not a writer años.Encendió entered a cigar and sat on a bench featuring a full picture of the place pretending to read the newspaper.
Few people were walking in the park and he, as much as he wished, did not notice anything strange. There were no data to give birth to the alleged cita.Un cigarette after another and a thousand skim the newspaper.
At eleven and a half and in the absence of events thought to leave the place and head the publisher but Pier leaving the bank he felt a soft hand stroked her neck.
The tranquility once took center stage inside but not in the questions on his mind. No one behind Carlos. The sensations were fraught with reality, for sure, because someone had cherished with an affection unusual and close ... very close.
A strange and disturbing peace was once again filled his mind a thousand questions, this time loaded with pleasing overtones.
phone rings, a call from the publisher claims it immediately, the issue of the paper is about to close and your item is not edited. Full speed ahead workplace to eliminate Article minutes before closing the issue and then take the road home with the sole desire to rest and try to forget everything.
When you open the door of his house, as always, the first they find their eyes is a photo of her son. Javier was 5 years old and playing in the park pier with a paper boat. Since then nothing was heard of him and the vacuum Carlos appropriated each day was more profound and heartbreaking. A sudden forgetfulness was enough.
Every seven of May every year near the pier without really knowing why. He
paper boat wave never faded from his mind.
Cigarette smoke mingled with her tears, imagining her son would now be a teenager .
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