- Go up - He said, stepping aside and ceding step.
The bus is waiting. She needs to respond quickly but doesn't know what to do.
She wondered he complicated it by letting her climb before him; he was proposing something against her rational decision. She made time for he would arrive first at the bus stop. She had pretended to look for something in her bag when see him come out the side door. It was ten o'clock at night, there was hardly anyone on the street; the buses drive fast like suicide cars, He must go up before her, she did not understand the reason for such kindness. Its moments became eternal; it scared her to give the wrong answer.
- Thank you - Said, looking into his eyes with his best smile, and moving towards the step.
He smiled, and brightness in his eyes lit up her face. At that moment, she saw him as he really was: a student more than crossed in the corridors of power; however, he could not help as he climbed; the compassionate pain invaded her body.
Before heading to a seat turned, she had not heard him behind. He was astonished to see that at that time, he was holding crutches on both sides of his body were useless; the ghost of his leg away occupied the space that once was your space. They both smiled, and she knew she had done the right thing.
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TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES
HorrorShort 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.
