TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES

The postman

On that morning in late winter under a sun so warm as in mid-spring, Mara decided to arrange a plant garden front for the continued seeing the landscape as perfect as it planned. He worked tirelessly for over an hour until the heat increased over time, and the task became unbearable; he decided to enter the house to get lighter clothes. When he entered the living room a strange feeling made her look to the window was open and the blinds raised at home what was not usual for safety reasons; a bad feeling he drove down the curtains and lock the window leaves but discarded immediately; wanted both light and heat from the sun entering full and it seemed silly to feel unsafe, and it was eleven,

When leaving the room after changing, he ran into the corridor where all the places converged with a young man, which caused him a strong start. She looked at him for an eternal instant; the initial fear of the unexpected encounter, increase. It seemed to him that he was a postman, dressed in the regulation uniform and carrying the characteristic ba. She also saw he was holding an envelope in his left hand, he list to sign the receptions; Mara observed the man was like twenty-five years old, no more; was reliable in appearance, white complexion, short blond hair, light blue, and calm gaze eyes; his uniform in such perfect condition. It was impossible to imagine how he did not wrinkle it, climbing and jumping the fence or passing the window, since she remembered that the doors that separated it from the street were closed with a bolt and key. During that split second when she examined it, he gently but firmly put his arm behind his back, without holding shoulder the postman carried into one of the bedrooms at the time told him that he should sign the receipt of the on. As reflexively she tried to pull away with a sudden movement hit the arm that held her up and squeezed her body down and forward, managed to free himself and with both hands began to push him out of the room and then into the living room while he demanded the immediate cries out of his house. The young man carried out the order, despite having been able to resist without too much effort to the shoves with which she led him towards the street: he was twenty centimeters taller and more robust; however, he did nothing to prevent it. Thus he crossed the path whos separated him to the sidewalk, and he waited she removed the latch's door and open it with the keys. Before leaving the garden smiled at her, handed her the letter, and offered registration and a pen to sign, Mara did not accept until the man was on the other side of the fence and she locked the door again. Young after completing a delivery, as if nothing unusual had happened, he greeted politely and left. Terrified she decided not to continue its work in the garden in the front and came home as fast as she could, without lifting the tools with which she had been working; she closed the door and locked the living room in addition to the pin, lowered the blinds and locked the window leaves, driven by the fear that the boy returned. In the end, he felt his legs managed not to hold, decided to sit on the floor to win back the forces. She never knew how long it took to recover, but it was the necessary step to remember what happened, and was glad to recognize that despite all nothing terrible had happened to her. Mara managed to compose himself and called her best friend, Carol, and asked her to come home as quickly as she could; she was not capable of spending even a single minute.

After lunch and to take advantage of an early spring day, they were offered, decided to spend the afternoon outdoors. They settled on the park's chairs to chat and were able to relax very soon, so did not come to talk about what happened that morning. Sometime later, while grapefruit juice prepared in the kitchen, they heard a loud noise coming from where they had been minutes earlier. Mara approached the window and saw that from the dividing half the park, the young man who that morning had entered his house approached. His face turned to the horror that filled her, and that feeling prey swooped into the silverware drawer and took the knife to use as a defensive weapon. He started screaming repeating again and again

- Carol is him!.

Her friend ran to the window and saw a man with a description of the postman this morning, but dressed in jeans, a gray shirt, and white sneakers, he approached the kitchen slowly. Mara, meanwhile, ran to the door, stopped in the doorway, and began ranting wielding the knife in a threatening manner.

- Get out of my house, go where entered.

Her friend rushed after she shouted at him to run to close the door, but Mara could not hear. When the young man reached the yard, Mara began to back away for a few moments, leaving space for the door that Carol tried to close unsuccessfully; he crossed the threshold. Seeing Mara hold the knife in both hands and perpendicular to her body, the young man paused for a few moments; then continued to walk toward Mara with a trusted and light step, his eyes fixed on hers, shining on his face, a somewhat mocking smile; she did not lower the makeshift dagger even in the look of the panic caused by the subject's attitude and did not stop until the blade was nailed under the sternum at stomach level, she released her in terror, and the man dropped on the kitchen floor while had smiled.

The young man lay on his back, the blade, which until that day had only been used to cut vegetables or chop a bird, continued to be inserted inside his body, and by the mark that he had left as he passed through the meat, blood flowed into slow and copious form; the one that could no longer be absorbed by his shirt slipped to the floor and began to form a puddle; the man breathed slowly but without difficulty, and his eyes narrowed as if had fallen into a light dream, without the smile was drawn on his mouth when he walked towards his destination, and without his face or body showing signs of pain. During those interminable seconds when both were paralyzed by what happened, Mara stood beside the man lying at his feet with his eyes wavering between his face and blood spurting from the wound, searching for answers to allow him to understand what he had done; He is trembling prey to nerves, and it seemed that his only contact with the real world was him. Carol was the first to calm down and draw strength from the same horror that lived seconds before caused him immersed in a nervous crying communicated with the emergency department for help and then ask the police. Them to hear both called the young man entrusted to their fate and changed the smirk on the other calmer and hopeful, if the ambulance took enough, they might not even reach hospitalize; perhaps he had achieved, and this fourth suicide attempt was the final. Seeking answers to allow him to understand what he had done