Stiletto

In my blog, A place to call my own, I told you that 2 of my microstories have been published in the e-zine named Ediciones Efímeras. You can find the Spanish version of the first microstory, Lovers, in the issue number 116. I hope it scare you.

Below you can find the version in English.

Lovers

Seagulls were flying in circles around sky spire during the sunset. Slightly pink light caressed your nude belly. I went out, in the balcony, for smoking like every time after we make love. Below, on the streets, I looked at the couples walking together, holding their hands and I felt so sad thinking that what we feel should a private passion. I came into the bedroom, caressed all your skin. I dressed you up devotedly; I put my clothes on hopeless and I took you back to the morgue.