mr. gonzalez trillo was at the red light, he was about to turn left onto avenida las bugambilias towards his home in villa encantada, when the motor blew its whistle and halted giving out a big sigh. Mr. gonzalez, lets call him Felipe, sighed inmediately afterwards and nodded in comprehension. the guerita, his favourite truck was sick. the night before, he had left eugenia, his wife whom he had had 3 children with. she had betrayed him with his cousin Armando, and he had caught her and armando fucking on the same couch that he with his own hands had wroked hard to buy. and now this. his truck, his pride and joy had finally collapsed.
zinderella was about to turnleft towards her home, she was late and in a hurry like always, and suddenly realized the the man in front of her was calmly getting out of the run-down muddy pick-up truck, and goint to the back of it to check its function. "puta madre" she mumbled as she realizes she has to fight her way back into the traffic on the lane on her right to be able to pass him and get on her way.
Monday, January 15, 2007
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2 comments:
jajaja, buena narraciĆ³n :)
hahahahaha i love your stories :)
bahia
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