Eng/Span - A cold dish / Un plato frío - Short story in Freewrite/Un cuento

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A cold dish


It seemed that the sky was bellowing with rage. The incessant thunders portended misfortune. All the fairies were sheltering in their branches, except one who, even in the rain, flew about with a bellflower for an umbrella. (Sorry...did I say fairies? I must have the wrong world, surely. But, yes, they were winged beings from some remote planet).

"Would you like to pluck a "Spring Chicken" with me or would you rather have a few drinks and a chat, Malcolm?"

"Dee-Dee?"

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"Actually, no. With this rain, the least one expects is company and least of all such good company. You know you're still my favorite, despite the latest misunderstandings."

"Misunderstandings? Stardust scattered! You have come weaving a cocoon around me to 'individualize' my light. I doubt if there is anyone, in this universe, better at twisting things than you. Thanks to you, darkness does not come near me, but it comes near you because words have the power to attract what is in the heart."

"You want to make me cry, is the thing? Everyone wants your company, loves you, and won't even look at me... Bah! Me and my big mouth. I have no apology. I'll pick up the bad seeds I've watered before they take root."


(End of five minutes)


[The day before...]

"You probably think I haven't taken these threats seriously... But, it's not that, I suspect that the author is someone with whom I have shared. But, I'm going to find out, it won't be later than today that I unmask him."

Malcolm seemed to be listening attentively, but inside himself, a battle was brewing between nonchalance and panic..... Would he know that it was he who, burning with envy, set that fire at the risk of scorching his own wings?

"Do you think one of us is the one who set that rumor rolling? Isn't that a lot of paranoia?"

"A lot of paranoia? Do you really think so, Malcolm? If you were the aggrieved party, how would you feel?"

"I wouldn't give him too much credit! Sometimes, Dee-Dee talks out of turn!"

"Dee-Dee..?"


[A few hours ago]

"How could you not love Dee-Dee?"- rebuked Blue to Malcolm, in her intemperate little bell-like voice, shaking off the sarcastic insinuations of Bad-Colm (that's what they called him by way of the nickname), who was kneading a gossip he held in his hands.

"I love her too! But, that doesn't stop me from seeing that she's the crazy one of this world and you, of all people, should know that, Blue. I'm simply saying that she's become so brazen that has no respect for us and takes 'flying' whoever she wants."

"What are you trying to tell me, Bad-Colm?"

"What do you call me?"

"Sorry, my tongue got tangled Malcolm, it seems to me you have a story between your tongue and teeth that you didn't quite chew and spit out... Who did Dee-Dee accompany?"

The tension could be felt like a samurai sword about to cut in two the mystery accumulated by Malcolm, who with all inquisitive intent brought the conversation to that point where it seemed that revenge would be the cold dish of his dinner and the guest: Dee-Dee


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Un plato frío


Parecía que el cielo bramaba de rabia. Los incesantes truenos presagiaban desgracias. Todas las hadas se refugiaban en sus ramas, excepto una que, incluso bajo la lluvia, volaba con una flor de campana como paraguas. (Perdón...¿Dije hadas? Me equivoqué de mundo, seguramente. Pero, sí eran seres alados de algún planeta remoto).

"¿Quieres desplumar un "Pollo de primavera" conmigo o prefieres que nos tomemos unas copas y charlemos, Malcolm?"

"¿Dee-Dee?"

"¿Esperabas a alguien más?"

"En realidad, no. Con esta lluvia, lo menos que uno espera es compañía y menos una tan buena. Sabes que sigues siendo mi favorita, a pesar de los últimos malentendidos".

"¿Malentendidos? ¡Polvo estelar esparcido! Has venido tejiendo un capullo a mi alrededor para "individualizar" mi luz. Dudo que haya alguien, en este universo, mejor que tú para torcer las cosas. Gracias a ti, las tinieblas no se acercan a mí, pero sí a ti, porque las palabras tienen el poder de atraer lo que hay en el corazón."

"¿Quieres hacerme llorar, es la cosa? Todos quieren tu compañía, te quieren, y ni siquiera me miran.... ¡Bah! Yo y mi bocota. No tengo ninguna disculpa. Recogeré las malas semillas que he regado, antes de que echen raíces".

(Fin de los cinco minutos)


[El día anterior...]

"Probablemente pienses que no me he tomado en serio esas amenazas.... Pero, no es eso, sospecho que el autor es alguien con quien he compartido. Pero, lo voy a averiguar, de hoy no pasa que lo desenmascare".

Malcolm parecía escuchar con atención, pero en su interior se estaba gestando una batalla entre la preocupación y el pánico... ¿Sabría que fue él quien, ardiendo de envidia, prendió aquel fuego a riesgo de chamuscar sus propias alas?

"¿Crees que uno de nosotros es el que ha hecho rodar ese rumor? ¿No es eso mucha paranoia?"

"¿Mucha paranoia? ¿De verdad lo crees, Malcolm? Si tú fueras la parte agraviada, ¿cómo te sentirías?"

"¡Yo no le daría demasiado crédito! A veces, Dee-Dee habla sin ton ni son".

"¿Dee-Dee...?"

[Unas horas atrás...]

"¿Cómo no puedes amar a Dee-Dee?"- Azul lo increpó, con su voz de campanita destemplada, sacudiendo las insinuaciones sarcásticas de Bad-colm (así le decían ellas a manera de apodo), quien amasaba un chisme entre sus manos.

"¡Yo también la amo! Pero, eso no me impide ver que ella es la loca de este mundo y tú, más que nadie, deberías saberlo, Azul. Simplemente, digo que se ha vuelto tan descarada que no nos respeta y se lleva a "volar" a quien sea.

"¿Qué tratas de decirme, Bad-colm?"

"¿Cómo me llamas?"

"Disculpa, se me enredó la lengua Malcolm, siento que tienes una historia entre lengua y dientes que no terminas de masticar y escupir... ¿a quién acompañó Dee-Dee?"

La tensión podía sentirse como una espada samuray a punto de cortar en dos el misterio amasado por Malcolm, quien con toda intención inquisitoria llevó la conversación hasta ese punto en que parecía que la venganza seria el plato frío de su cena y la invitada: Dee-Dee.



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@zeleiracordero-2
20/01/2022

In response to @mariannewestDay 1559: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday - Prompt: spring chicken

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to @latino.romano

The prompt is highlighted in bold.

All images in this publication are attributed to their owners. DeepL translator and Grammarly were used for the English version.

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