¡Conducir! Myrtle tomó un trago de su copa de vino y tomó el volante con su mano izquierda. ꟷ¡myrtle ya te he dicho que no bebas cuando estes manejando! ꟷ¡bah!ꟷ respondió Myrtle con una sonrisa que hacia notar el leve efecto del alcohol, interrumpida por la interferencia del ondulado camino. A Myrtle le importaba un comino lo que pensaba su mujer. ꟷsé manejar María, no tienes que preocuparte por nada. La miró a los ojos con cierto sarcasmo y maría arqueó su mirada. Era un día nublado, cubierto de gotas de rocío que dejó la mañana. Nadie la miró, nadie parecía darse cuenta de su presencia; estaba sondeando las profundidades de la insignificancia. Entonces maría volteó por sobre sus hombros.
ꟷhijo, ponte el cinturón de seguridad.
Marcos agarró el cinturón y lo abrochó a su cintura.
Colocó su mano en la ventana y se inclinó a observar las musculosas montañas que se notaban a lo lejos.
ꟷHijo te abrochaste bien?ꟷ preguntó Maria
con una mirada que denotaba cierta inseguridad.
ꟷSi mamáꟷrespondió marcos.
Pero marcos no se percató, y su padre quién se había echado otro trago tampoco. pero la muerte siempre obtiene una ganancia inesperada y se adueñó de sus caras.
¡Conducir! Myrtle tomó un trago de su copa de vino
y tomó el volante con su mano izquierda. ꟷ¡myrtle ya te he dicho que no bebas cuando estes manejando! ꟷ¡bah!ꟷ respondió Myrtle con una sonrisa que hacia notar el leve efecto del alcohol, interrumpida por la interferencia
del ondulado camino. A Myrtle le importaba un comino lo que pensaba su mujer. ꟷsé manejar María, no tienes que preocuparte por nada. La miró a los ojos con cierto sarcasmo y maría arqueó su mirada. Era un día nublado, cubierto de gotas de rocío que dejó la mañana. Nadie la miró, nadie parecía darse cuenta de su presencia; estaba sondeando las profundidades de la insignificancia.
Entonces maría volteó por sobre sus hombros.ꟷhijo, ponte el cinturón de seguridad.
Marcos agarró el cinturón y lo abrochó a su cintura.
Colocó su mano en la ventana y se inclinó a observar las musculosas montañas que se notaban a lo lejos.
ꟷHijo te abrochaste bien?ꟷ preguntó Maria
con una mirada que denotaba cierta inseguridad.
ꟷSi mamáꟷrespondió marcos.
Pero marcos no se percató, y su padre quién se había echado otro trago tampoco. pero la muerte siempre obtiene
una ganancia inesperada
y se adueñó de sus caras.
Drive! Myrtle took a sip from his wine glass and took the wheel with his left hand. ꟷmyrtle I already told you not to drink when you're driving! "Bah!" Myrtle replied with a smile that made her feel the slight effect of the alcohol, interrupted by the interference of the rolling road. Myrtle didn't give a damn what her wife thought. I know how to handle Maria, you don't have to worry about anything. He looked into her eyes with a certain sarcasm and Maria's gaze arched. It was a cloudy day, covered in dewdrops left by the morning. Nobody looked at him, nobody seemed to notice his presence; he was probing the depths of insignificance. Then Maria turned around on her shoulders.
Son, put your seat belt on.
Marcos grabbed the belt and fastened it around his waist.
He placed his hand on the window and leaned over to look at the muscular mountains in the distance.
ꟷSon, did you fasten well? ꟷ asked Maria
with a look that denoted a certain insecurity.
"Yes mom," Marcos replied.
But Marcos didn't notice, and neither did her father, who had had another drink. But death always makes a windfall and took over their faces.
Drive! Myrtle took a sip from his wine glass
and took the wheel with his left hand. ꟷmyrtle I already told you not to drink when you're driving! "Bah!" Myrtle replied with a smile that made her feel the slight effect of the alcohol, interrupted by the interference
of the rolling road. Myrtle didn't give a damn what her wife thought. I know how to handle Maria, you don't have to worry about anything. He looked into her eyes with a certain sarcasm and Maria's gaze arched. It was a cloudy day, covered in dewdrops left by the morning. Nobody looked at him, nobody seemed to notice his presence; he was probing the depths of insignificance.
Then Maria turned around on her shoulders.
Son, put your seat belt on.
Marcos grabbed the belt and fastened it around his waist.
He placed his hand on the window and leaned over to look at the muscular mountains in the distance.
ꟷSon, did you fasten well? ꟷ asked Maria
with a look that denoted a certain insecurity.
"Yes mom," Marcos replied.
But Marcos didn't notice, and neither did her father, who had had another drink. But death always makes a windfall
and took over their faces.
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Excelente relato, con un final nos mostraba la mano de la muerte en la vía, gracias por cmpartir.
Muy bueno el relato, me encantó ese final inesperado. Además que esto tiene un mensaje y eso es bueno. Excelente.