Historias de Relatosbreves

Escritos en el tren, metro y bus estos relatos te harán viajar, soñar e imaginar. Si eres un amante de la mitología, la fantasía, la ciencia ficción y de los relatos breves de cualquier temática no te los puedes perder.

The tip wasn't reliable enough for me to be there. Not because my presence was out of place among the regulars at Tropezón, as I had frequented the place for years, but because I couldn't believe Pulpo was using that dive as the center of his current operations. But there he was, and I had it out for him. Gutiérrez had warned me, an old dockworker who, after tearing his cruciate ligaments, spent his days driving a garbage truck. He got the tip from someone in the union: "Pulpo is back in the mud and hangs out at Club Unión." The bar in question wasn't a nightclub but the buffet of a civil association that in its heyday had been the cradle of great basketball players and was now about to mark two decades as a haven for drunks and gamblers gathered around a bocce court. I had left at the beginning of that decline, more precisely when the fire happened. That's how it was. I caught the first bus heading to the Valley and took off.

Breves relatos, historias, cuentos, canciones y documentos sobre un universo fantástico conocido como Iris.