~There was a red hat on the shelf she could barely remember, but she put it on, worried that the red might make her face look washed out and sallow. She looked in the mirror. She looked just fine. She tipped the hat at a jauntier angle.
Outside the last of the smoke from the black snake-wound brazier drifted on the chilly November air.
"La gente le tiene miedo al silencio y a la soledad, porque cuando los padecen, comienzan a escuchar lo que realmente tienen en la cabeza."
Entre olvido y cenizas hubo alguna vez hubo una vereda al hogar.
Fanático de la lectura de misterio, ciencia ficción y terror; El desastre Chernobyl no deja de impresionarme.
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