SHORT STORIES – THE FINGERS OF CIRCE
THE FINGERS OF CIRCE
Automatic translation from the original story in Spanish. Not checked manually
Circe’s fingertips subtly and unexpectedly brushed against Akil’s strong hand as he struggled to open the car door for her…
The humidity and hot air caused a spark of static electricity, which surprised them both…
It was a first frank smile, which would accompany them for the rest of their lives…
Circe’s rare green eyes mixed with the even rarer blue of Akil’s…
They were strangers to two Egyptians… But the truth is that their lives merged into one from that moment…
Days, months and years passed… Circe and Akil… or Akil and Circe always devoured them with a common goal:
to love each other…
A long time later, when she was already very old… Akil, in spite of herself, had to leave… Only the memory of Akil gave Circe the encouragement to go on, although sometimes she could not prevent sadness from overwhelm her…
That night, like every day, she went to bed and talked to Akil… Soon after, sleep overcame her and suddenly a discharge of static electricity jumped when the tips of her fingers brushed Akil’s strong hand, while he tried to open the door for her, out of the car… Both, young again, burst out laughing… They put their hands together and knew that, from that moment, eternity belonged to them… Hours later, Anat, her daughter, found her immersed in eternal sleep, with a smile of happiness on his face, this had been a long time since she has seen her…
She knew that her parents were together again… her tears mixed with a knowing smile…
The Fingers of Circe – Short stories series – Copyright ©Montserrat Valls and Juan Genovés