Andre
Andre is sitting on the cell floor.
"You are really fucked now Andre. With your history and now this, they are going to give you a few years. You're going to leave when you are old" says the guard.
"I want my phone call."
"Are you going to call your friends to tell them you are never going to see them again?"
"I want my phone call."
The guard laughs.
"OK, we'll give you your call."
The guard opens the cell, Andre walks out and picks up the public phone.
"Hello" says a voice through the speaker.
"I need to speak to General Santos" Andre said.
"He's busy."
"I need to talk to him."
"Whatever you have to say to him you can say it to me."
"No, I want to talk to him."
After a few seconds a new voice is heard on the phone.
"Hello, who is it?" says the general.
"They stole from you general."
"Who is this?"
"They stole a gold nugget worth thousands."
"Who?"
"His name is Marcelo Mendes from Malagueña. It was sold to Pablo Fuentes of Puerto Del Sol."
"How do you know this?"
"He is also helping the volunteer that everyone is looking for."
"Who is this? How do you know about this?"
Andre hangs up the phone.
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The Golden Dream
Short StoryMarcelo has lived his entire life in hell. A young, poor miner, his life is already written on stone, live and die in the mines like his father did, in town controlled by corruption and a guerrilla force that threatens to destroy the rebels who want...
