SCRATCH 
Well, here I dare to hang this story to be published soon in Entreri. Let's see how it goes. June is welcome, at last.
only heard his steps in the square holes of the cathedral. Porches, steps and alleyways centenarians seemed frozen sleep the sleep of the vanquished. Had slowed down because the pain in the side that allowed him to continue running. Breathing heavily, putting her hand near her mouth for fear that his breath was the worst white telltale signs for his pursuer. There was not much time. Lucia knew she was one of the last chances I had to take a break. The last leg of his journey would be the hardest, however much he knew too well. A long distance is not too steep but once you make it to Plaza Nueva.
looked behind and on both sides to ensure that his lead was still a security and forced the pace, yet run again, afraid that, despite the thick layer that covered the cold night to end their legs stiff and his will.
I'm alone, he thought, more alone than I've ever been, and a chill nipped all their back when he heard, even distant echo of a scream. None of his party colleagues had shown signs of life. Perhaps they had already fallen, and had perhaps eaten.
When acceding to the Plaza de Bib-Rambla it was the eyes, as on many other occasions, the majesty of the Lindens. It was only a moment, but enough so that, as the decade progressed, were remembering at lunch in the shade of the terrace, the strawberry stalls, the smell of hot chocolate, tranquility exciting to have twenty-two and that eternity that appear to give the first kisses when sigh sources nearby. And all so real so present, so long yet, you can almost touch his own life, almost taste the sunsets. Now, the shadow that haunts is able to tear it all, from scratch that look, to drink his blood.
Some cars illuminate his career through the Gran Via, before coming to Plaza Nueva. Elvira Street seems to offer a hiding place, a dim corner to hide, but he knows he barely has time for rodeos, can not stop now change map. Those streets, the plaza, moving van as it moves its appearance and fear walk in and offers a truce to fragments better life, the dreams of the future that entertained during long trips, class getaways History of Language or readings in any sunny bank. Right here in this place, started the first game. I just needed a coat, he said, which was found in the gardens of the Alhambra, and follow the rules. After a year and a half, his options were to have become master over the rest of their friends, even from Gonzalo, whose memory seems to come from the Paseo de los Tristes, blond, freckled face, shoulders wide and narrow waist, cute, impetuous lover. The echo of the river gets cold and watery eyes Lucía not sure if the wind chill or because is blended with the touch longed for the feeling of solitude, or the loss. He was the first to fall, almost without realizing it. An easy victim, think again looked like so many other times. She was not willing to lose that way.
Some stray dogs that roamed the dumpsters desperate started barking and running from side to side. It was close. Gonzalo He pushed his mind and went flying towards the Alhambra. Only here could be saved.
When he felt the crunch of leaves under your feet first, Lucia barely had the strength to keep running. The access road from Plaza Nueva was too steep and their resistance was the limit. Before her, a forest of trees held at night and the hazel, the laurel, elm and cypress trees seemed to whisper words of encouragement. Keep running, they said, and almost there. However, the twinge in his side was becoming more intense, extremely painful to take a breath. A vanishing point of reeling walked to the nearest tree and threw up what little strength he had left. A few meters thick bushes he saw and decided to hide behind them. I can not go, I can not, and fell exhausted.
among the treetops, face up the body, a piece of heaven fell upon her pupils. The stars of the night and the blue of the morning were proof of eternity Lucia. Were the brightness and color of the child, and when looked up and stopped in its immensity, life receded, smell the sea again drunk as they did in their childhood on the beach melillense of carabids or grandfather's voice ringing in his ear with his advice to not fall off the bike for Hernandez Park. Here, the entire sky, all this glitter. How far is repeated, how far.
heard footsteps and knew his pursuer was near. Must have lost track of time for a few minutes and it was too late. Alas, not far from the top. He should never play a game so long and dangerous as this, but is Gonzalo, I owe, and that thought was the only one who did resist the collapse, was always the weaker of the two. Started to feel again the tension, anger because they were cornered and decided to take the only chance he had. Maybe he could benefit from the forest to cross country up to the source. Should have a stream near the continuous sound of water. Follow the lead to the source. Now or never.
The last race was desperate. The branches of shrubs did not hit the face and uneven terrain made it down twice.
sources in the Alhambra is the magic, the secret of life, he once read his mother. Who visits the site leaves sewn into the air a piece of his soul, the only death can not be with the passage of year. The magic, Mom, magic. Lucia cried when he reached the source. Kneeling, he reached and helped to drink. Where the magic. Water is poured from the corner of his mouth and dragging down helpless tears because he knew his pursuer Lucia had already given chase. She turned, delivered.
The two were there, face to face. The two dark layers, one standing and the other on the floor. Granada then began to pass before the eyes of the young. His memory played, as in a photographic exhibition, all the most beloved episodes. He felt a deep pain, too intimate, to see that, as they were happening, they went away to a place in the dark, he could never get it but with a memory that would not be a way to revive, but to go slowly losing. That now, that's always quiet in which he lived, that continuity wonderful, was cracking. And then I felt real terror, the fleeting scent of his own life. Lucia
looked into his eyes, defeated, and shoulders slumped under the weight of sadness. In front of her elegant, impassive, cold, watched Time victorious. Its bite was quick. Libo of his life, his hopes and stole the eternity of innocent youth. Lucia felt escaped voices, laughter, faces, kisses without being able to nothing. Once fed, adjusted his coat and wiped his mouth with the back of the hand. Nazari Palaces looked with contempt and arrogance. Your turn will come someday, I can wait, do not doubt about it. For now there was nothing else to do there. He turned to look at, beaten, and smiled before disappearing.
On rising ground, Lucia off the layer. Folded and left at the foot of a tree full of entries. Not far from there found it a year and a half earlier. According descended back to the city, knew that part of his soul would be wandering through the air, by sources, by the narrow streets, the sunrises and the sunset and never be the same. Nor Granada, which he started going, impossible to grasp, scratch eternal happiness lost.
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