SHORT STORY NICHOLAS
NICHOLAS
Automatic traslation from the original story in Spanish. Not checked manually
Nicholas, coming out of an inexplicable torpor, made an effort to open his eyes, but only an impregnable darkness answered him…
He tried to rub them looking to find this longed for light, but his inability to move was absolute. He felt his body stiff… Maybe it was the cold, maybe death…
Terror invaded him… His head was pounded by memories, vivid scenes from his last performances… The trembling, pleading eyes of a little boy, holding tightly to his mother, watching as his desperate father tried in vain, with tears in his eyes. his eyes, that he did not evict them…
Nicholas thought for a moment that over the years he had become heartless, a despicable being… He wanted to get out of that unpleasant dream and be able to amend his life…
Just then a shovel hurled sand over his numb body. At the time the voice of the desperate man he had thrown out of his house blurted out…
Your life is over, you son of a bitch!
But I swear it won’t be fast… I’ll bury you as slow as I can and the pills, I’ve given you will prevent you from moving.
A low shriek of terror ran through the darkness of the forest… no one could hear it…
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