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El gato // The cat

El gato En la puerta: “ Miau ”- Un gato pedigüeño. “ ¡Ay, sale gato! Hoy no estamos para dar amor de gratis ”.- Otra alma no retribuida. © Grecia Albornoz 2017 The cat At the door: “ Meow ”- A begging cat. “ Shoo! Shoo, cat! Not in the mood for giving love for free today” . - Said another unrequited soul. © Grecia Albornoz 2017

Support group

On the first day, they asked me what  my condition was . That seemed odd to me considering the variety of attendees. There were all sorts of people: doctors, lawyers, engineers, painters, dancers, teachers, actors. They were very different, but still they said, that in that place, there was something they all shared. Maybe I wasn’t observing things quite well.      “ We all have something here ”-the moderator explained. “ That something cannot be seen at first sight. It is not, necessarily, a lack of audition, sight, speech, or limbs, nor the possession of extra limbs, or paralysis. No, that’s not it. What we have can only be seen by those near us, those who’ve known us for years, those who’ve lived with us and have seen us light and dark. Only those ”-he paused then to ask me: “ And y ou, s ir, what is your problem? Why have you come here? ”      “ Yes... yes.... I understand… ”-I said. “ I… you’ll see, there are...

A Very Short Story

“It’s broken” she said. “What do we do now?” They stared at the pieces in surprise as they witnessed the realization of a predicted trouble. © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

The Day You Didn't Call

The day you didn’t call I went to bed early; and I had the chance of not doing so. I went home and made myself a cup of coffee. I convinced myself I was alone. I closed my bedroom door, played some music, and turned my cellphone off.... That day you didn’t call. © 2011 Grecia Albornoz