Weekly Contest, "Creating Short Story Week #5". /Concurso Semanal, "Creando Microrrelato Semana #5": Olivia Dared that Day (Eng./Sp.)

marlyncabrera (70)Memberin WORLD OF XPILAR • 2 years ago

Hello, Steemians, especially those in World of XPilar :)

Today I felt encouraged to join this weekly contest, in its 5th edition: Weekly Contest, "Creating Short Story Week #5". /Weekly Contest, "Creating Short Story Week #5". You can click on this link to read the contest post; perhaps you'd like to participate. Just make sure 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 :)

Olivia Dared that Day

Forgotten in the spandrel, Olivia was no longer trying to remember. Frustrated, exhausted, she went upstairs, like every night, but today she was determined and furious; left the shadow, her feet brushing the floor; her chest, empty.

She stopped halfway down the hallway, next to her old room. Esther, the little intruder was inside; she was her age. She sensed her... ran to clutch at the doorknob. "Mama!" She cried for help. Then Olivia rushed against the door and inside Esther; it occurred to her that having been stripped of one life, she had a right to take another; so she let herself slide complete into the deepest, possessing her.

Olivia felt her heartbeat, her breathing, the cold floor, everything... again.

When the mother opened the door, she found Esther pale and mute. She watched her slowly walk out, down the stairs and shrink into the darkness of the spandrel.

Olivia se atrevió aquel día

Olvidada en la enjuta, Olivia ya no trataba de recordar. Frustrada, agotada, subió las escaleras como cada noche, pero hoy estaba determinada y furiosa. Dejó la sombra, sus pies rozando el piso; su pecho, vacío.

Paró a mitad del pasillo, junto a su antigua habitación. Esther, la pequeña intrusa estaba adentro; era de su edad. Ella la sintió; corrió y se aferró del picaporte. “¡Mamá!” Gritó por ayuda; entonces Olivia se apresuró contra la puerta y hacia dentro de Esther. Se le ocurrió que habiendo sido despojada de una vida, tenía derecho a tomar otra; así que se dejó deslizar completa hacia lo más profundo de la intrusa, poseyéndola.

Olivia sintió el latido de su corazón, su respiración, el piso frío, todo.

Cuando la madre abrió la puerta, encontró a Esther pálida y muda. La vio salir muy lentamente, bajar las escaleras y encogerse en la oscuridad de la enjuta.