Sad job The sun was in the highest of the sky, without clouds neither wind in the air. He was waiting in a bank in the park, under the shadow of a small tree, but, who is he? He, a man what job almost everybody hates, but it is necessary in this word. He watched to people in that park, wonder himself why is he the employee of that job while he held an old notebook in his hands. The time was over so he saved the notebook and sited up of bank. The sun faced him like a huge enemy, talking him a specific order “he is” the man hear in his head “the kid, it is his time”. The man stared to walk ahead to the kid… The kid was playing with his toys, under of a little castle for kids, to save of the sun. His mom was watching him, ready for a however problem. She had been taking her son every Saturday, she loved to see him playing, but her happiness end that evening when the kid fell with a thud. The women ran so fast but her kid was dead. The man with a tear on his face leaved that park in silence, ahead to the sky while the kid was holding her bones in shape of hand.

I will live I would have liked to have been wiser, to have been decided, not to have thought so much. But I was shy, so serious, so quiet, that was my problem. She always was talking about beautiful things, never about war or hunger, and she used to laugh all time with that charming voice. She always shone. I studied with her at the hill school, she was my close friend, but I wanted more than a friendship. When the school ended, she told me: “you have been my best friend, I know you very well, and I didn’t understand why you didn’t live, really live, please don’t think everything, only live”. I didn’t say nothing. I went to university, and we didn’t talk again, but all time I used to think her. Sometimes she used to write me an email, talking about her live, her news friends, her sorrows or her joys, and I answered some her emails. When I finished the college I traveled around the word, and I learned a lot thing about the life, and I developed social tools, and I quit to be a shy guy, so I called her. I didn’t know if she was marred, or with boyfriend, but I needed to try, but nobody answered. I come back to my country, and I searched her, but I didn’t like what I found. She has been in a hospital, not at the college, she had a horrible disease, she always knew it, and she didn’t tell me nothing. Her tomb is beautiful. I hope she is watching me, and she is happy of my life. Only I regret not have told what I felt.

A scary salvation Once day, I had to run, among the undergrowth, because an animal followed me, but the animal was like a shadow, without specific shape. It was of night, I was walking on a path, the sound of the night was relaxing, the moon’s light led my way, all was perfect, but then I hear a noise, a horrible noise, like a lament of woman. I quit to walk, with all my body rigid and my blood rising to my head. As I could, I turned my neck for watch the origin of the noise, but only I could see a pair of eyes, red eyes, among of a dark shape. Shape? That didn’t a shape, it was a burble of darkness It was to three maters of me for a second but in an instant it was not anymore. Then I felt a cold thing in my right shoulder, so I stared to run, with all my forces. The moon was not in the sky, and a watch the darkness closed my way, only I could watch to one meter in front me. A rock made me fall to floor. I watched my blood in my hands as if it had its own light. As I could, I got up and the mood watched me again, and the countryside was without rocks. When I come back to the path, the police were there with a man into the police car. He was a killer, and if I had been there, he would have killed me, he was waiting to his next victim. The thing saved my life.

Waiting and thinking While the sound of the television sounds like a murmur and the father’s snore rumbles for all living room, Maicol think about the new girl in his class, her small hands, her red hair or her beautiful laugh. He hasn’t known how talk with her and a week has passed so he thinks what is the better options. “Don’t think a lot” he says to himself, but he doesn’t stop thinking The commercials start and volume goes up. - What up? – ask the father- the programs ends? - No it’s only the commercials - Ok- say and back to sleep “Maybe if I introduce myself?... no, it’s too late for that… or…” but the answer doesn’t arrive The hall is so hot so go way to the park. The path is quite, without many people, only the fresh wind on his face while the sheets fall slow of the trees. That autumn is the best in years. The nights aren’t so could, the mornings are sunny but they aren’t hot, the days are terrific. His mind is free for only half minute then her appear in his thoughts. “why is so hard” he asks to the life without an answer again. He was good before she appears in his life, or he thought that because he didn’t know how is the love, and love is the best thing in the faking life, but he does not understand it. He feels something weird and he didn’t want to feel it, so sad. In that first day, when she arrived, their eyes met, and those few seconds were magic, but the moment past, and he didn’t do nothing. While he walks she appear near, to few steps, she looked him, laughed and raise her hand, greeting, he, shy, did the same. She continued walking and she disappeared from his sight. “Tomorrow is the DAY” thought “only I will say hello” and coma back to his home. To next day he arrived very early and wait, but she never arrived. At the end of the day he asked to a class partner - Do you know why the new girl never arrived? - Yes- answered his partner- she moved of city today She was his first love, and he learned that the moment for do anything is right now, while that option is possible.