Just trying III.

Stood in front of the supermarket, I was watching to the yellow light while remembering that sad story from my childhood. How sad I was that day. Less by the dreams but more because the news that were coming with that cop: my parents were dead by a car accident. My father lasted until the ambulance arrived, and everything that he said was to take his child home, to take care of his child. He was locked by the scraps, which perforated his body. He lost a lot of blood and closed his eyes forever. I don't know if there is a heaven out there, but every year I take some flowers to the cemetery.

I turned again to see the street. Nothing has changed: it was very silent, like there was no life. I felt a shiver on my backs, after remembering all this scene since I get out of home. Where were everybody? It was the only thing I asked.

My eyes turned back to the supermarket, straight to the light. Something whispered in my ears that I had to go in there, that I had to see what was going on under that silent light. My fear and panic tried to talk with that voice, arguing with the prudence. It said that better was to stand alive, rather than being sliced like dead meat. If I were the only one walking on earth, would be better to keep alive, for sure.

Then I paid attention to my thoughts. The only one? What did it mean? Could it be? Before I becoming to freak, I put my right hand on the glass door. I had to come in.

I was surprised because the door opened easily, it was not locked. Would it be a sign? Entering the market, I felt a good wine smell. Somewhere in the room, a bottle was opened. The racks were full with products, most part of them were food. While walking, I hesitated sometimes to see the products, but, in fact, I was hesitating. The panic was still stuck in my bones. I saw potato chips at the left, lots of colorful chocolate bars at the right. Then, following the right rack, there were biscuits, then some packs with peanuts, then beans, then rice. The other side was filled with drinks: juices of all kinds and colors, then some soda, then a freezer with at least ten kinds of beer. Next to it, a small rack where bottles of wine were lying with their stopper slightly pointing to the ground. One of them was broken in the neck. The ground was replete with the red liquid, lighted by the yellow light that comes from the door just in front of me.

To be continued...

Just trying II.

When I was younger, my father used to tell that unbelievable story about a butcher who killed people to make sausage. I was eight or nine, I believed everything they told me, then. One night, my parents left me alone at home for the first time. They said they were going to buy something to eat. They've been planning to make barbecue for dinner and they went out to look for meat.

I've been sat on the couch, watching TV and waiting for their return.

They took too long to get back in home. Two movies I watched, then I felt asleep. In the land of the dreams I came. It was a very dark land, with screams and suffer; laughs and pain. I realized it was an obscure dungeon and there were a man and a woman, lying on an old wood table. I stared at the couple and felt very sad, but didn't know why. I tryed to recognize them, but their faces were terrible. They were crying silent now. Behind them, a man who was laughing loudly. He had a long knife in his right hand. He stopped laughing and his right hand got up to his head. Then started to bring down the knife and Irealized the couple were my parents. I woke up harshly with tears in my eyes. I desperatly looked around for my dad and mom and found nothing. I felt on my knees and started to cry hopeless. They have been turned into meat, I realized. Tired of crying, after a couple of hours doing only that, I felt asleep again, just right on the floor. I woke up and stood at the centre of the living room. Remebered everything. Was not all that a dream? I called my mom and dad, but I did not receive any answer.

Again and again. The tears came over again.

I became silent a few minutes after that, when I heard movement on the knob of the front door. I was cold as ice. Would it be the butcher coming after me? When I thought about it, in my nine years old mind, I ran fast behind the kitchen's door - a good spot where I could see the man without him seeing me. The movement at the door stopped. After some seconds, a big noise filled the house, while the entire door felt on the ground. I saw a cop, backlighted by the red flashing lights from his car.

To be continued...

Just trying.

It was eight and a half pm and the sun was still shining near the horizon – a common scene on summer. But it was not summer.

I realized that just when I left home to walk to the supermarket. I wasted my whole afternoon on the computer, cloistered in my room with the windows closed, working on a sheet full of numbers. I decided to take a break and walk a little bit. I saw a good idea on buying a pack of beer and some salty peanuts. I would have my own happy hour, alone. So I put my dirty sneackers and my heavy coat and got out.

The streets were silent and I did not see anyone. There were no cars, any sound. It was very strange, since we were on Wednesday. All windows that I saw were closed and, while the sun was shining, houses came to my eyes apparently dark. It is crazy, I know, but it is just the way it was. Something in my mind said that the supermarket was not open, but I kept walking. When I started, my steps were slow and placid, but when I heard that noise of a closing door, my feet speed increased and I closed my hands tightly inside the pockets of the coat. I am not a fan of crowds and lots of people and noise, but that completely silence, filled with mystery and terror, was leading me to panic.

Five blocks I had walked. I was time to turn right at the corner of the old dark two floor building - that was darker than ever. I took a deep breath and turned. Two blocks ahead, the supermarket. So I went to it. As I suspected, it was closed, like every building in the neighborhood. But, although closed, there was light inside - a mysterious yellow light, coming from the back of the store. Coming from the place where butcher used to slice the meat.

To be continued.