Annoyance

That was another one of those episodes of long lasting silence. She, with that serious expression on her face. He, trying to guess the reason for that. She, sitting on the sofa watching television. He, commenting a scene and receiving no reply. And, from time to time, evidences of reconciliation.

A connoisseur

He received a call to wish him Happy New Year. He had lived by himself for many years. He wouldn’t open a bottle of  cava as he only liked French Champagne. He would drink a glass of cider to celebrate the New Year on his own at his small apartment.

A snowman on el Moncayo

They had never made a snowman together. The journey took one hour as far as the ancient mountain of the region. The temperature gradually decreased. When they arrived, there was only a thin snow layer. All they could make was a forty centimetre snowman, all having much fun. Mission accomplished.

Deadly love

Ferdinand was a lonely sad fellow. He everyday saw Miranda going to school. He was in love with her, though she ignored it. He stopped his van and kidnaped her so that she had the opportunity to get to know him. A week later, a policeman found a dead girl.

The climbing Santa

Johnny’s father entered one of those “Everything at one euro” Chinese stores. He bought a climbing Santa the size of a sheet of paper surrounded by small light bulbs. The small red Santa got stuck at the bottom left corner of a window on an industrial district decaying dirty wall.

Slothful existence

He got up late in the morning. He washed himself, had a decaf coffee for breakfast and switched on his television set in the living room. Later, he had lunch. Afterwards, he lay on the sofa watching television and sleeping alternatively. It was a typical day in his exciting existence.

The canister

Mercedes was ninety-three. That day she felt very bad. A doctor came and sent her to hospital. She knew something was going wrong. A senior doctor entered and told her daughter: “Don’t worry, she will not feel pain”. Ten minutes later, a morphine canister was empty, just as Mercedes’ life.

The amateur cyclist

He kept his bicycle in an old dark storage-room. When he saw the blue sky a grin appeared on his face in glee. He went on cycling on the green urban cycling-path, feeling the freezing wind on his face and fingers. He had felt alive for an hour once again.