It's my pleasure to post my entry to the Weekly Contest, "Creating Short Story Week #10". /Weekly Contest, "Creating Short Story Week #10". You can click on this link to read the contest post; perhaps you'd like to participate. Just make sure do it within the following 7 hours, for it's about to close, and that your story has no more than 150 words :)

Thanks in advance to @adeljose for the initiative and to World of XPilar for providing a space for the promotion of literary culture and imagination.

I wrote the story and translated it. Each version has exactly 150 words :)

Fled at the sound of the bell; went ahead of the flock of students and escaped. No one could know where I was going to threaten my privacy.

Barely a minute and I was there. Pushed the glass panel with my open, anxious hand. Left my purse with my belongings in a locker with no door or key;—no one would steal it, or I didn't care; those who frequented this place came for the passion, the intangible; we were infidels, not thieves—.

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Visita del mediodía a la bioblioteca

Hui con el timbre de salida; me adelanté al flujo de la multitud y escapé. Nadie debía saber adónde iba; nadie debía amenazar mi intimidad.

Apenas un minuto y estaba allí. Empujé el panel de vidrio con mi mano abierta, ansiosa. Dejé mi bolso en un casillero sin puerta ni llave, con mi dinero y pertenencias. Nadie lo robaría, o no me importaba. Quienes frecuentábamos este sitio veníamos por la pasión, por lo intangible. Éramos infieles, pero no ladrones.

Me escurrí entre los murmullos plácidos e ininteligibles, una adolescente prófuga de su familia y del ritual del mediodía. Impía, avancé veloz hasta mi estante favorito, ávida de un artefacto que mantendría escondido solo para mí, hasta poder saciarme.

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Hoy sería rápido; solo cinco páginas. “La máscara de la Muerte Roja” de Poe me aguardaba adonde la había dejado, ocultando la poderosa poesía de su ficción a la sombra del Bardo.

Text and pictures are mine.

Thank you so much for reading.