(This story was a school's task for spanish class, I liked so much so i'm writing it here.)
"You killed him, you cunt!"- the Count shouted in the middle of his brother's funeral banquet.
The sad and desperate aura of the lonely place turned tense. The Count got up from the old table, took his jacket from his chair and rushed towards the door.
Hours earlier, the Count had assisted to his brother's funeral. The ceremony was beautiful and meticulously put together, it would have been excellent to say the same about the body. Let's just say that the bullet made a mess on his brother's head.
After the ceremony, the Count stared at the photo on top of his brothers tombstone."An excellent invention"- he thought. He looked at himself first ( which is not vain at all). His face looked constipated.It wasnt his fault, the bloody photo took about an hour to finally be taken. His face muscles were tired by that time. Then he looked at his brother, handsome and elegant as always (*coughs* incest *coughs*). He moved his gaze towards the woman that had her hand on his brother shoulder.
The wife.
A beautiful woman indeed. Her make-up looked as if it took hours to put on, which it usually did. Her garments looked excellently made, even though her corset looked as if it was asphyxiating her. That harpy. His brother commited suicide because of her. He found out about her affair, with the butler may i add (*gasp* it's always the butler). He felt so humiliated and disgusted, he killed himself.
Now he was at the banquet that harpy organized. He listened to her talk and talk. His heart was full with anger and suddenly he exploded.
"You killed him, you cunt"- he shouted and left. After the no one saw the Count again.
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