The old house converted into a museum writer received many visitors. That place where I spend with his wife and children a decade, where he wrote one of his novels. The visit was his goal, imagining that the magic of the place would inspire her to continue his book. Since joining the area, cats that inhabit the garden and the house went to greet, and one of them began walking beside him. I was impressed with antique furniture, most of the Spanish colonial origin, modern for its time, and in a very comfortable space. I tried to imagine breakfast in the winters they spent there, where the heat was at that time of the year a beautiful place.
After touring the ground floor up to what was the room, the space also very welcoming and integrated into a lush garden outside. She wondered why such a place could only write a novel if he was not mistaken in thinking that he would be inspired there. She decided to take a selfie, and to let all of what he wanted, he sat on the bed, imagining that filled a very private space. While posing and settled her phone felt a cold blast on her back, her astonishment that the window was open, but that January had barely lowered the temperature to 30 degrees too wet. Meanwhile, the cat climbed into bed with her, and the Saco feet made several shots without the lessened one cold and stood for review, the first to see him happy, so continued visiting the house. She stopped cold when he left the room and took one last picture. She toured the studio, with its beautiful old machine written as she liked. Under a garden always accompanied by the cat, he ran and left.
Already installed in his room at the hotel decided to download photos from the phone to his laptop and started looking in detail to erase not liked. Bizarrely saw one of which I took in the room, reflected in the mirror silhouette of the writer sitting at his side and passing his hand over his shoulder, that image was repeated in each mirror that appeared in the photos. She was frightened but did not dare to delete them, perhaps the inspiration for his novel was there.
YOU ARE READING
TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES
HorreurShort and not so short stories, where science can not explain the places, the facts, or the characters, whose so magical, so real, and with such complicated feelings. Terror, love, pain, anxiety, are present in each story and are living with each.
