She made coffee, like ever, while he was slept. His favourite smell is coffee´s smell. But this morning, when he smelt the coffee, it was served in his son´s cup. He thought: “today I must be punctual, probably, today it is the last day”, or not. He didn´t know yet. But he stood up and he went to the bathroom.
He took his shaver in this room, with the right hand, thinking “today it is the last day”, again.
When he was dressed, took her photo and put it in his bag caressing her face. Yes, he stole this photo. He wasn´t guilty, he was a lover.
Then, at the kitchen, he took her hand and kissed it. Her face burst into tears and he, who was a robber before, now, is redemption.
And these were the things that will remember in a future.
To be continued...
Short story written by Carlos.
Oh, a new writer among us! Well done Carlos, nice work, congratulations! You could send us a real live-novel here, split up into several chapters. It would be a great idea, wouldn't be?
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