P between the bars or smoking could see the empty field under the midday sun. Everything was too quiet. Even the images of his life were still off and his arm still clutching the steering wheel.
By the middle of the road came a young man with hair that looked with vacant eyes of light, stretched out his hand and checked something on his chest that he could not say. Then he began to regulate speed typing on a small silver device. He noted the long nail of his index moving over the luminous screen. He noted his shirt with the inscription of an English university and could not avoid the irony.
_Esperaba something more classic, a robe and a scythe, one more ...
Young completed his writing and left a half-smile. _The
times change, "he whispered before heading to another vehicle.
Prof. Alberto Collaud
al.coll @ yahoo.com.ar
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