By Eddy Montilla.
Taken from Real stories told as fiction
”I think it is a little bit late, Erika. Your husband must be impatiently waiting for you. So, I’m going to…”
”Not today.“ She interrupted him before he could start what he had in mind. “He went somewhere to participate in a conference and will be back tomorrow. I didn’t have to prepare dinner tonight.” She said, struggling to hide her happiness for that.
Her last comment let them extend their conversation till the “the breaking point”, this one that usually comes when silence turns into long and undesirable time intervals indicating that the moment to leave has come. In the second bar, Chris won the courtesy battle and paid the bill. When they left, there was not a soul (neither a good nor a bad one) on the streets. Time and the cold of that night had undoubtedly done a good job. Erika, however, led Chris through the most isolated and narrowest corners over there trying to make her best night in many years longer to no avail. In the worst-case scenario, she didn’t want to see it die there, in front that bar. Unfortunately, silence became quickly her worst enemy. The wind was howling around the streets, which led to the impression of being in a phantasmagorical place.
They heard a dreadful and deafening sound of a metal advertising board blown off by the wind. They looked back quickly, but before they could understand what really happened, a big and black stray cat came from nowhere meowing boisterously from the gloom. There was not time for anything, and Erika did what a lot of women usually do in cases like this: She seized his arm. After the sudden scare, they both giggled and did what people do not usually do: They began to walk hands entwined.
”Wait a minute. What’s going on here?” He said to himself.
In his country, perhaps, he could find an explanation to that confusing situation, but there everything looked like a Gordian knot. They walked in silence and only when got to the end, they realized that it was a blind alley. Chris felt the same: “I had reached a dead end.” He thought. That was the moment when the unlikely turned into reality. The man who always weighed everything on the balance of reason, could stand no more and, for the first time in his life, he decided to feel the inscrutable ecstasy of betting on luck, and you know what? He won: He kissed her.
”She said and did nothing. What should I do now? To say I am sorry? That would bring more problems than solutions. Her feminine sense will make her think that it was only a whim for my part and her woman’s pride would be hurt, and once that happens, then it is when the war really breaks out. I have no choice but to continue what I started.” He thought.
But this time, Chris and his ineffable logical thinking both failed.
”No, Chris, please. That’s not right. Besides, I have forgotten how to do that.”
“Come on, Erika, you are exaggerating. Giving a kiss is not something people forget, let alone in a couple of days.” He said while thinking a way to leave the cumbersome situation he had made himself.
“And in 20 years?” Erika asked with an unfathomable expression. “When my husband knew that I couldn’t have children, he told me that it made no sense to make love. Since then, it has passed 20 years, Chris, 20 years… (TO BE CONTINUED).
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