The Pistol as Means of Communication
To not go home in January, I will burn my new calendars, as if they were bridges. An exercise just for show? What do you think? But I’ve already taken the green silk bow off the weapon! (and I haven’t even said who the words are for).
I face the sea: an infinite sheet of glass (and the sky, sparkling, its reflection). The memory of ecstasy is not like ecstasy. The ashes are not less real than a footstep: they have to impregnate my clothes, they will leave a white smell of crime (and the possibility that, right in the middle of a static attack, they whistle Liability at you (your own elimination is at stake)).
It seems trivial, but it’s raining.
TS Hidalgo (45) holds a BBA (Universidad Autónoma de Madrid), a MBA (IE Business School), a MA in Creative Writing (Hotel Kafka) and a Certificate in Management and the Arts (New York University). His works have been published in magazines in the USA, Brazil, Canada, Mexico, Argentina, Colombia, Chile, Venezuela, Nicaragua, Barbados, Germany, UK, France, Spain, Turkey, Ireland, Portugal, Romania, Nigeria, South Africa, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana, India, Singapore and Australia, and he has been the winner of prizes like the Criaturas feroces (Editorial Destino) in short story and a finalist at Festival Eñe in the novel category. He has currently developed his career in finance and stock-market.
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