The Footbridge

The canoe

The little Henry has killed himself.

But what does this exactly mean?

Well, we are going to find out now...

Between two white trees, there is a river. In this river, flows the future of dreamers, while above the trees branches, tilt seven crows: fear, anguish, loneliness, pain, hate, unhappiness and malediction.

These crows spend all day long waiting for hopeful and good souls, almost selecting which dream would be the best to accomplish to someone, so what?

They catch it, take it to the river margin and shatter it.

The river flows in lots of different points, and there is a parcel of intended people to go to these places.

The most part of the souls find themselves lost in the vast ocean of death.

One or another lucky person wander till "The land of milk and honey" that is a land of lucky, prestige and redemption.

The others are dragged to the valley of perdition.

And there still is, the only one who did not go to anywhere, and nevertheless it reached somewhere.

It does not matter your religion, or if you merely does not believe in any supernatural things. The truth is just one: no one remembers this place.

There is nothing in it, or at least it should not, since this place does not exist.

But as it does not exist it insists on manifest itself, we will tell the journey of the boy Henry until this valley (by the way, I will call it as ''limbo'' from now on).

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Henry woke up and found himself in a strange place.

Not to mention the nausea he was feeling, and a familiar smell, the smell of the sea.

With a surprise face, he got up and supported himself on something that seemed like a board of a canoe.

Looked around, but he did not see anything.

But in the middle of nothing there was a thing, although it was a part of the nothing.

He noticed that he was in the open sea. In a black sea, that reflected the light of the stars above the firmament, also black.

Henry looked around and did not find out anything but water.

Then he screamed:

- Is anybody there?

And nothing happened.

Henry tried to slap himself on the face, tried to go back to sleep, or anything that could take him away of that weird trance, but nothing happened.

Until he resolved to look what was out of the canoe.

And he jumped...

Now Henry had more two happenings to think about it.

The first one was the fact that he was not in a dream, not in a trance, or not in any drugs effects.

The second one was the fact that the "black sea" was extremely shallow.

Getting up, he noticed the water was in his ankle, and now asking himself how the canoe took him for so much time in that depth.

By the way, talking about canoe...

He turned back to try to go into it again, and you would not imagine the surprise of the boy when realized the canoe was not there.

Looked around and he did not find it, till he had to force his sight on north, he saw the little silhouette of the canoe sailing to the horizon.

And now he was on his own.

Walked for hours or at least he understood that he walked for hours, as it was impossible had a notion of time in that place.

He has not any sense of direction, as the sky and the sea was equally black dark, in a strong darkness that almost could be touched.

And equally of the sky, the sea boasted thousands and thousands of stars, reflection of the firmament.

Henry started despairing, and crying.

His heart seemed to beat fast, but when he put his hand on his chest, he realized there was nothing beating in it anymore.

He looked to his wrists, and started feeling much pain, and the cuts that took him to his death have opened, spouting liters and liters of a scarlet liquid.

It was Blood.

The sea changed its color now.

It was purple, and the stars have already started to disappear with their light.

Henry despaired, as now he could not see anything else anymore.

Henry simply cringed, and agonized for a long period of time.

It could have been days, months, or even years.

The blood that has not stopped spouting now it was on the same level of the purple sea.

And now the mixed of water, celestial bodies and blood reached his neck.

When his head was finally covered with it, everything turned off.

For one second, it stopped existing, as everything that has happened before.

And in the same velocity that everything has gone, everything got over, but in another way.

Calm down little Henry, because it is just the beginning of this journey of yours.

You did not even enter the limbo, but you already feel its effects.

(Remember that Henry's journey has just started). 

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Translated by karlajaguar