lunes, 26 de agosto de 2013

A call in the morning

She lifted the receiver and answered. In the nursery her daughter had swallowed something and couldn’t breathe. She got into her Chevy and rushed to the kindergarden. One hundred meters away from it, she crashed into a truck loaded of guilt complex. When the paramedics arrived, she was already dead.

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