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Este cuento está inspirado por el ejercicio de 5 minutos de freewriter del dia martes, con el tema sugerido: No hay manera de llegar a casa.
This story is inspired by 5 minutes of freewriter, from Tuesday, with the suggested theme: No way to get home.
Preocupación
—El salió ayer después del mediodía, me invitó, pero yo estaba ocupado, Ud. sabe que hago trabajos a domicilio y ya estaba comprometido para arreglar unas cañerías, si me iba, después, ¿con qué compro para comer? él iba a la población vecina.
—¿Y qué fue lo que le dijo?
—Se notaba nervioso, la voz se cortaba, ahí no le entendía, pero oí que tenía que correr, si quería ver el sol de nuevo...
—¿A qué hora fue eso?
—Ya pasaban las diez de la noche, él nunca se viene a esa hora, tampoco bebe licor cuando maneja, su voz era rara, eso que me dijo, no me gustó, lo dijo como asustado: no hay manera de llegar a casa, eso dijo, después solo oí ruidos y quejidos, tuve un mal presentimiento, tienen que salir a buscarlo.
—Si mañana no llega, daremos la alerta.
—¡Entonces no van a hacer nada!… quizás no haya mañana, si tuviera un carro saldría a buscarlo, él es como mi hermano, ¿Ud. entiende?
Me miró con una cara, como diciendo esto no es conmigo.
—¡Eso es todo!... —lo miré sin comprender, —será como Ud. dice.
Sentí sus ojos pegados detrás de mí cuando salí, como si mirara a un pobre loco, será que huelo a fontanero, también oí el gruñido del papel cuando lo arrugan y lo tiran a la papelera, sentí un dolor aquí en la boca del estómago y unas ganas terribles de llorar.
Report
-He went out yesterday afternoon, he invited me, but I was busy, you know I do plumbing work at home and I was already committed to fixing some pipes if I left, then what would I buy to eat with? he was going to the neighboring village.
-And what did he say?
-He sounded nervous, his voice cut off, I couldn't understand him, but I heard that he had to run if he wanted to see the sun again...
-What time was that?
-It was already past ten o'clock at night, he never comes at that time, he doesn't drink liquor when he drives either, his voice was strange, I didn't like what he said, he said it like he was scared: there's no way to get home, that's what he said, then I only heard noises and moans, I had a bad feeling, they have to go out and look for him.
-If he doesn't show up tomorrow, we'll put out an alert.
-Then they're not going to do anything!... maybe there's no tomorrow, if I had a car I'd go out and look for him, he's like my brother, do you understand?
He looked at me with a face, as if to say this is not with me.
-That's it! -I looked at him without understanding, -it will be like you say.
I felt his eyes glued behind me when I went out, as if he was looking at a poor madman, it must be that I smell like a plumber, I also heard the growl of the paper when they crumple it and throw it in the bin, I felt a pain here in the pit of my stomach and a terrible desire to cry.
