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I feel helpless, like every time I go out to the balcony. The heat of the exterior contrasts with the shadows of my home. Until I get the smell of salt and the beating of distant waves. I can not hear the hum of traffic, no talks, in a thousand different languages of the tourists. The atmosphere is filled with the sting of meals. Outside is a void, nothingness.

I return to give back to the world. Scoring the handle to leave behind the windows that light that I can not feel. Two steps right, three abreast, with care. The skirt of my gown rozto dangerously small table for coffee and creak under my feet a glass fragments. Yesterday I threw it against the wall just for the pleasure of hearing the blast. I walk the dial

transistor only reached the local radio frequency. White noise and nothing else. Do not bother to turn it off, it's almost like a company. How long I have no news from anyone? What happened? The newscasts were narrating the tragedies of the world, the refrigerator hummed at night and dripping tap causes me insomnia. However, the island seemed deserted.

The door of the house is exactly three and a half steps and the rarefied air seems the more I approach it. My hands tremble as drew back the hillamino. My mission was warned to remain alert for the presence of someone. The boys' voices sounded hollow against the walls until they were inside. Baster

shook my hand and occasionally mournful howling into the cave. Time passed, the sun stopped stroking my face and screaming gulls looking for a place to spend the night. I hugged the dog when a noise, like something sliding toward the surface, emerged from the entrance. The smell of decaying plants, deep within forests, became more intense. Baster started barking fiercely. Pulled the harness ready to pounce on what was coming. The belt burned my fingers when they finally let you go grunts and heard

adults appeared. I cried, unable to answer the questions of men, at first gentle, then with the passing of the hours, more insistent. I tried to explain but hiss and a strong presence were not any clues.

found no bodies, only debris that blocked one of the galleries. The official version was that there had been a landslide. Never mind that I said that all he had heard was the voice of my friends lost in the interior.


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His prophecy was fulfilled. Alone in a room, like that day at the entrance of the cave, sharpens the senses to discover what countryto the island. The sounds inside the house are so everyday that achieve such silence after the balconies is most threatening. My imagination runs wild to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I need something real, clumsily pick up the phone, dialing for the tenth time that day all the numbers you know by heart. Not in the supermarket, or cleaning lady, or even the health center. No response.

"If I'm so mad, I turn murmured the void.

Only three steps and a half. The doorknob is slippery but I feel as if burned. I slowly opened the door. The smell of garbage gets stronger. Indeed, just outside the landing, bump into the neighbor's trash bag, whiteda, decomposed.

Avanzo with outstretched hands to almost hit the door. The bell rings in a vacuum. Lost patience start to call with his fists, out loud. Once again the only answer is my sobs.

the landing walls oppress me, I feel like every time the close friends. I let myself be guided by the rail and start to decline. At every step my shoe exudes a smelly liquid. Could not remember the step squeaked.

Outside all was quiet, like a summer's nap time. The sea is the only thing that keeps me from thinking I've gone deaf. Abandoned all caution beginning to walk a straight line, leaving the safety of the sidewalk. The entire floor is filled with footrocks, as if I was the only survivor of an earthquake. I figure that should be in the center of the roundabout but no car slows my way up that clashes with something hard. I walk the way with your fingers, the contours of what looks like a life-size statue. Very well done. Scream through the empty streets, asking if anyone and then I'm sorry. It is a smell of decaying plants. A presence is about me. I listen to the hiss that is sometimes repeated in my dreams and to feel those eyes on me.

"You're the only one left. The voice is hoarse, as if he too long without speaking. Look, the least of men is the only immune to my power.

I dropped

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"You are you touching me, he thought vaguely, but lacked the courage to point out that obvious. Instead he muttered.

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threw his body forward, picking up momentum to get up but did not get very far. Foot slipped on the bath. Little grabbed her hair and pulled down hard. He tried to hold on to anything but the nails scratched the metal with a nasty squeak. Little was shouting something but she did not hear. The eyes, nose, mouth. All was water. He raised his hands, like ghosts that blind trying to find something thata fool, now Petyr is angry with me. Miss me and I have to go, "

hands trembled. She huddled against the bathtub, now virtually empty. Unable to mourn, unable to think.

The maids came in and seemed to ignore the soggy soil and the overturned stool. With little delicacy was forced to his feet and wrapped in towels. "I have behaved fatal, I'm stupid when I go to calm down and ask her forgiveness Petyr"

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