Relato - Walking in the rain


I felt nervous when the mobile rang because it was broken. Would I have to answer? I was walking in the rain and was all alone in the street. It was a cold winter night and I was very afraid. I answered the mobile and said:

- Hi? Who is it?

At fIrst, there wasn´t any noise but later, I heard one voice. In my opinion, a horrible voice, that means, the voice wasn´t human. The voice said:

- My name is destiny and I have to tell you something very important.

I waited and listened and, then, I hung up inmediately.

That night, I died walking in the rain.




Paula Lizarza Pecoraro

Fotógrafa aficionada, devoradora de libros, apasionada del cine y los viajes, organizadora de eventos literarios, entusiasta del diseño blog-web... Creadora del Blog del Escritor, de Escritores en Canarias en Facebook (lo hacemos entre todos) y fundadora de la empresa FICAC (sector cetáceos). Autora de los libros Comienzo de un Futuro y Los Sueños de la Muerte, con colaboraciones en Microterrores, Susurros Nocturnos II La Primavera Solidaria de Cristian.

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