After the pause of
fotoritoco (and I believe it is not over yet so sure that I will still scare with my crap XD) I go back to offer my short stories. What I'm going to post today was written shortly after "A journey home, so let's say in October-November. Enjoy this story and if there are errors of some kind do not hesitate to segnarali so I can correct them!
Distraction Light
was slightly nervous, and you could see from that tic that accompanied him for some years now: when he was deep in thought, continued to turn up their noses at regular intervals, almost like a clock that was ticking her hands constantly.
The head continued to strive with strange theories that might explain what he had just seen. How did he know that individual Cristina Alessio, and above all, from what we knew to be so close?
Those paranoid thoughts were interrupted abruptly screams. In the park where it was, two men had started a fight. Did not know them, but it was strangely attracted to quell'animalesco note: it was a fight in a woman? Some non-payment? A personal insult? One had tried to rob the other? Curiosity was a lot, and that situation just fell bean to distract him from his thoughts. By making cautious, he approached the small group of people that had formed around the two combatants. " They were two men, the first blond, about five feet and seventies, but in a thin build, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, football was probably jogging before the fact, while the second was much higher, probably one meter and eighty, brown hair, but still sturdy enough to build lean and sporting a full instead wore this stylish short jacket and tie. Operator of a bank? Representative? Managerial? Mah ..
The blond boy, who was renamed in his head, "Mr. A" was very well taking the lead of the massive "Mr. B", the two continued to constantly exchange insults of various kinds, and when he flew some punch or slap, the funny thing was precisely that while Mr. B seemed to put much effort and strength in the shots deliver a mystery to them instead of blocking and dodging with agility and spontaneity out of the ordinary, as he had done nothing else in life. The whole scene
's sparked a big laugh, of course because he feared that interior, exterior that sentiment, the two litigants would be centered on him. It was almost like seeing one of those comedies in black and white, those silent with subtitles.
But because that fight? She had not yet realized in fact, so he decided to seek an explanation for an old lady who was in the front row enjoying the show, in short, is the classical nosy old ladies, who always know everything about everyone. When he uttered the fateful words, her eyes lit up of the elderly, I hardly expected more. From what I understood, Mr. A, while jogging, had raised a small cloud of smoke near the bench where he lay, Mr. B, had informed it that the crime but apparently, Mr. A was listening to the music and had not heard the call. At that point, the belligerent Mr. B had risen and had launched a push to the blond, making him tumble lands. In short, a skirmish of what you hear on the news, which sometimes ends up stabbing one another. Fortunately, the situation had degenerated to the point, but it was interesting to note that two adults for a fact so insignificant, they had raised all that curtain.
Thus, in his mind, the thoughts began to move again, this time relating to Mr. A and Mr. B: just could not understand their behavior, it would have been tempted to stop the two litigants and engage in a deep conversation with them about why their actions, on why all that anger had sprung from so simple a measure; wanted in short, deeply analyze the psyche of the two individuals, to identify the causative reason.
When he returned to reality after a long session of "Curl Nose", noted that the crowd had thinned out by now, and Mr. A and B were gone. It was all done for the better it seems ... "Oh well, it will be the next fight at the park, "he thought aloud. Then he picked up a leaf from the ground and began to walk towards the parking lot, lost in thought again.
The head continued to strive with strange theories that might explain what he had just seen. How did he know that individual Cristina Alessio, and above all, from what we knew to be so close?
Those paranoid thoughts were interrupted abruptly screams. In the park where it was, two men had started a fight. Did not know them, but it was strangely attracted to quell'animalesco note: it was a fight in a woman? Some non-payment? A personal insult? One had tried to rob the other? Curiosity was a lot, and that situation just fell bean to distract him from his thoughts. By making cautious, he approached the small group of people that had formed around the two combatants. " They were two men, the first blond, about five feet and seventies, but in a thin build, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, football was probably jogging before the fact, while the second was much higher, probably one meter and eighty, brown hair, but still sturdy enough to build lean and sporting a full instead wore this stylish short jacket and tie. Operator of a bank? Representative? Managerial? Mah ..
The blond boy, who was renamed in his head, "Mr. A" was very well taking the lead of the massive "Mr. B", the two continued to constantly exchange insults of various kinds, and when he flew some punch or slap, the funny thing was precisely that while Mr. B seemed to put much effort and strength in the shots deliver a mystery to them instead of blocking and dodging with agility and spontaneity out of the ordinary, as he had done nothing else in life. The whole scene
's sparked a big laugh, of course because he feared that interior, exterior that sentiment, the two litigants would be centered on him. It was almost like seeing one of those comedies in black and white, those silent with subtitles.
But because that fight? She had not yet realized in fact, so he decided to seek an explanation for an old lady who was in the front row enjoying the show, in short, is the classical nosy old ladies, who always know everything about everyone. When he uttered the fateful words, her eyes lit up of the elderly, I hardly expected more. From what I understood, Mr. A, while jogging, had raised a small cloud of smoke near the bench where he lay, Mr. B, had informed it that the crime but apparently, Mr. A was listening to the music and had not heard the call. At that point, the belligerent Mr. B had risen and had launched a push to the blond, making him tumble lands. In short, a skirmish of what you hear on the news, which sometimes ends up stabbing one another. Fortunately, the situation had degenerated to the point, but it was interesting to note that two adults for a fact so insignificant, they had raised all that curtain.
Thus, in his mind, the thoughts began to move again, this time relating to Mr. A and Mr. B: just could not understand their behavior, it would have been tempted to stop the two litigants and engage in a deep conversation with them about why their actions, on why all that anger had sprung from so simple a measure; wanted in short, deeply analyze the psyche of the two individuals, to identify the causative reason.
When he returned to reality after a long session of "Curl Nose", noted that the crowd had thinned out by now, and Mr. A and B were gone. It was all done for the better it seems ... "Oh well, it will be the next fight at the park, "he thought aloud. Then he picked up a leaf from the ground and began to walk towards the parking lot, lost in thought again.
