The seagulls are singing over the sea, flying
in circles, over and over countless of times, looking for something to eat.
The scenario is gloomy, the mood is dark,
cold breeze, and the fog of November strikes the beauty of the beach. The body of
a little girl is floating upside down near the shore, floating, lifeless,
reaching the blend and soft sand, not to be seen, not to be found. No one is there, no
one notice the death of a helpless little girl.
The night was quite and serpentine,
everyone was dreaming, someone might be still awake, watching and being doomed
by TV.
The teenager awoke in the middle of the
night, he wore his leather jacket, and the sound of the zipper seemed louder
than ever before.
He walked around his house, looked inside his parents room, what he witnessed disgusted the teenagers´ mind.
He kept walking down the hallway,
just a few more steps, no more, he entered to the second door, a sign was seen,
a pink colourful sign. “Rosie”
He looked inside, quite; a thin ray of
light from the shiny moon entered through the window.
He stood next to the bed, 3 minutes passed
by.
He took a plastic bag and wrapped it around
Rosie’s head, she didn't struggle, and she didn't exist anymore. A few tears ran down the teenager´s face.
Softly removed the bag from her head.
Rosie?
-No one respond
The teenager smiled. He dragged the body all the way
to the beach.
Her mom and dad woke up. They look at each other.
-Do you feel like it?
The mother nodded. They made love...
Isabel Carvajal
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