Relatos Cortos

Laurent´s life

He got out of the car, trying to call for vehicular assistance, trying to figure out what had happened. Trying to get some help. He got off and left the car, in neutro, without a parking brake, on a small tilting. His door and the back left door was open. Laurent's noticed the handbrake down. He has seized it. And also, while he was waiting on the phone line for someone from the insurer to attend, and offer him a solution, Laurent´s have told him. –“Oh, it´s the last Straw”

“Caught Into The Blue Pales Appeasament”

The sun had just begun to appear on the horizon when Joan found herself staring at the pavement, dazzled by the tangential line of the sun thrown on the roadway by he was traveling through.

“Laurent On The Wheel Of Time”

The dream come true of a strange combination of intelligence, sponsor and talents that forced him, pushed him to keep walking even under the lure of knowing, the lure, and the lure carrier. Laurent, looked down; He dropped a tear. Quiet. the one that nobody knew where it came from, exactly, and running the curtain went to the phone, asked to get ice from the hotel´s kitchen for his swollen arm, took some painkillers, and sat, alone

"Universal Monarch of Not-Hierarchy"

"Passage isnt´t is the absolute state to acchieve one thing in particular on the road; however, neither the attachment it is, so we are in the middle of a ditch".