6.

Sara’s bloodcurdling shout hadn’t stopped ringing through the halls of the mansion that Silvia was already running up the stairs. The unthinkable had happened, her mind was already shutting itself down as her body was still moving, stubbornly, lost in the forward momentum, fighting against the distance that separated them, preparing itself to ( Read more... )

5.

“Tita. Nooooooooooooooo.” And Sara is running towards the house.

My real first memory of my aunts is of when I was maybe 3 and I was between them, holding their hands, going down a path in one of the parks near our house. That’s how I always remember them, together. I seriously can’t dredge up one single memory of them being far from each ( Read more... )

4.

The one behind the corner hasn’t changed his position. Then there’s the other one, 20 feet to his right. They’re still shooting through the window I stood behind last, and from time to time through the one I stood behind first. I check - plenty ammunition left to take out these 2. Let’s give them some more time for them to empty their gun ( Read more... )

3.

The first thing Silvia said about my wedding dress, after she said it was beautiful, was that there was too much material and that it covered all her favourite spots. She was right. There’s just too much material. I look around the room for something sharp. I grab a knife from the table and get to working on the dress. I can’t possibly fight ( Read more... )

2.

I remember the gift from Lucas, grab the box and take out the rifle and position myself at the window. They are still shooting. I can’t get a clear shot at any one of them, nevertheless I shoot a couple of rounds hoping I can get at least one of these bastards. I can hear Silvia enrolling Rita as her helper. They go around the room checking on ( Read more... )

1.

We’re sitting around the table. The atmosphere is tense and awkward. Damn, I love that kid, but does her convoluted, insane love-life have to invade every single moment of our lives lately? This was supposed to be our day. This was supposed to be the perfect wedding day of the last wedding my pelirroja would have to go through, as perfect as I ( Read more... )