DAVID OJEDA
FULIS PENETRATES quietly into the kitchen and rummage in the cupboard in search of cookies, then enters the room and sits down to eat slowly, his eyes are riveted on the shirt his father, half-empty bottle of rum Potosi, in dirty dishes and wall clock with glass stars: seven in the morning. Ends and rises, walks into the room uncertain of their parents, do not even want to try. I will not give anything, is repeated while rotating the knob and the door ajar to be beaten by the parents' bedroom smell, and looks just contemplates sleeping with one leg outside the covers. Gordos both.
must move forward on tiptoes to be beside the chair, put his hand into one of the bags and find the wallet, removed a fifty pesos; out in silence, knowing that the back stays hungry, lonely, in the old closet that no longer scares you, close the door carefully and leave the house quickly before they get up to scream wildly while one does the dishes in a bad way and the other commands for beers to watch the game.
City fulis dawned wet and she likes it because it lets you go jumping puddles in the streets of the colony. The houses shine, all alike, with its strip of flowery garden, with the curtains on the windows, TV antennas with crowding. Fulis think convinced that release the same scent, and in each there dads about to fight fat, half-empty bottles of rum and a fulis potosí stealing fifty dollars. Similar homes, as the Chirris which is just around the corner and against which fulis to whistle stops in the manner agreed. The Chirris goes away.
"Let's go.
and get walking.
"I flew thirty dollars to my sister," replied the Chirris show tickets. "I bring
fifty.
not yet know what to do while waiting for opening the pharmacy, but guess who ended up sitting down to see the trucks and cars with families within a day field course. Throw stones at trees. My father will scold me. Compare pallets of lemon. My sister will give an upset. Stones kick you on the sidewalk. Will be directed towards the pharmacy without having expressly agreed, embracing, slowly, laughing at the dogs barking from inside the house, whipping, speaking of Miss Helena who comes to school with some huarachotes and tells very funny things, the Lord of the store that has hair on the ears, always avoiding to mention the parents who get drunk or mothers who never smile. Local Waterfront
realize that it still remains closed and sitting on the sidewalk to watch the cars and cash them discarded to expose the owner to stop with them. Low man and crosses the street with some keys in your hand, opens the door to the pharmacy and immediately listen to the race of children who fall and planted in front of the aircraft. The guy tells them to wait a bit, then enters the bathroom and saw the white coat, since there were shouts that are not yet connected, not the move. When he leaves, he sees them wandering among the red and green machines with English lyrics.
While the owner has the coins out of the apparatus, Chirris approaches you to ask him to change a ticket. The man is upset he has no choice but to comply. The two boys look at figures on a paper record and arrange the coins into a wooden box. Finally, the rate is on track to where he rests his sword and plugs. The pharmacy is full of strange noises (boings and blips) and opaque lights that simulate bullets and animals. First
-racing-proposed fulis standing next to a machine whose screen is projected track.
The Chirris introduces two coins into the slot of weight without regard to the instructions because they are in English, also both know how to operate perfectly. The device receives the coins and some of its wires make contact, then, you hear an electronic hum that mimics automobile engines. The Chirris and cling fulis oppress the fliers and the pedals at the bottom of the machine for the two points of light moving across the screen obeying the speed and direction that make them. The owner of a newspaper.
After half a minute the machine stops working and the two competitors feel as if something was broken, only that it is temporary because once elected the following: two dollars and rises to the clouds and, with the command sprout thousands of bullets towards an endless convoy of troops. And the two boys are no longer with them, they now will pucker the lips and twitching his fist because trucks carrying soldiers bearing the faces of the director and older brother, face Tart gets drunk dad dad dad dad yells and hits. Meanwhile, the owner just looks up the newspaper to ensure that no business being harassed, he knows that half hour the place was filled with customers and is quick to read the sports page without leaving a tantalizing idea to open new premises these little machines gringo.
When money ends are only eleven in the morning. The boys look wondering what to do, but at bottom are unaware that they go home, that fathers and mothers wandering in her disheveled and sweaty, and rice soup is cooked and the party is about to begin on TV the brothers are preparing to go to the movies or the evening. They know it and start walking arm in arm, with heads bowed to care for your feet do not tread on the sidewalk line. You feel light by the recent excitement of the planes and bullets; smile with growing strongly despite knowing that a home awaits another blow, and the screams, cries constantly.
Story published in the anthology of Mexican writing Cage words, compiled by Gustavo Sainz.
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