Esteban was riding his bike as he delivered newspapers early Sunday morning. He would use a gingerly manner to throw them to people's doors, after all he did not want any trouble before the big dance. He knew he had to hurry up, since he still needed to modify his suit.
"Hey Mijo!" an old man everybody gave the name "Don Juan" called him across the street. He was waving his hand brusquely.
"Are you in need of anything?" Esteban asked in a rushed tone
"No, Mijo, are you going to the dance?" Don Juan asked avidly.
"I am in fact, but im sorry im in a bit of a rush" Esteban answered as he got on his bike again
"Mijo wait! Please get a girlfriend there. You are 23 and have had no love interests or whatsoever" He said as Esteban ran off.
It was too late and he needed to get to the dance fast. Tonight he was envedored to find a beautiful woman. He spontaneously picked a new suit since he had no more time to fix the last one, then quickly ran out of the door.
Once he got there, right away he noticed the smell that pervaded the whole room. He inspected the room for the wonderful smell and discovered that it was a beautiful woman, clad in a white dress.There were people gossiping about her and calling her the most beautiful woman in Los Mochis.
Even so, Esteban would not give up and he asked her to dance. To his surprise she accepted and they danced all night long.
"Esteban it's getting a little cold out" She said
"It is?" Esteban replied as he took of his blazer like a gentleman and gave it to her
They both had a romantic walk to her home, smiles on their faces.
"Wait, I never asked your name!" he yelled as she got in her house
The woman simply whispered "You can come find out tomorrow"
The next day Esteban was excited to see the woman again. He went to the house they walked to the previous day and knocked on the door. To his surprise it was an old man's house.
"Does a beautiful woman live here?" he asked
"It's only me but you can come in" The man responded
Esteban accepted his offer and gave in. He was shocked by what he saw next. It was the woman, in a picture frame that looked quite old.He asked the old man about it and handed him an address.
He followed the address and it was shocking where it led him. It was a cemetery, he went in and found a grave.
His Blazer was folded neatly in it.
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The woman in the white dress (Short Story)
Short StoryA legend originated in Los Mochis, Sinaloa, Mexico. It is modified and re-written by me.
