Sandra Claros

“Worship ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #90

The first sparks  of the day  hid the lights of the diamonds of the celestial firmament.. -         He is getting into the barn, now – I said,  listening to that  crawling given by those tired footsteps.  Soon after the sunrise, the soft and sweety- mannered  man - a sir, I dare say ! -  firstly showed up his corduroy suit - always smelling olive oil! – his personal scent. -         Now, he &n...

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“Backwards” by Sandra Claros

-         Where the hell am I ? – was the first sentence proving that I was still alive. I   recalled   that,  during the torture,  my eyes were blind, and my  ears could distinguish the dripping sound of a squirting and sticky liquid. -         Is it my blood? I did not know the answer.   However, some flashes of a dark cave came to my mind, bringing up the runaway and all people running after me....

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“A real story” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #89

-         I should be the one to be taken,  instead- mother was repeating, in tears. Suddenly, she stopped to cry. It was the doorbell. -         Ok, I go – volunteering myself to open the door, as my mom could only keep repeating -         I should be the one to be taken, instead – immersing her eyes in loosing words. -          It is th...

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“My fantasy” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #88

-         Look , Tom! Get ready ¡ there was a letter in our mailbox . -         A letter  ¿ -   showing   all my indifference  to something I did not considered worthy to give importance  in that moment of extreme addiction to the game. -         Read ¡ ( no ¡ Should I have to read in the moment I was thinking to leave home? No way ¡) -     &nbs...

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“Game” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #87

In the early days of history, when the earth had no owners or value, God and the devil walked without destiny or care in the vastness of the universe.  And now ?, the devil asked God, the one who scratched his hair in the sun with the comets that flew according to the movements of his breathing.  I'm already bored, God said, making the stars tinkle in his eyes.  Shall we play a little game with these marbles, the asteroids? - asked the devil pointing to the planets of the second dimension with his incandescent arms. ...

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“Out” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #86

I tossed my cigarette butt into a pool of water that had formed right at my feet.  - Yes, I said, the rain has already passed away  and I think it would  better go to that cave behind those two trees, over there.  And so, I lifted  the two days of laziness,  crabapples and one-eye-opened naps.  I looked at the sky turning blue and at the few drops of rain that slipped between the leaves and the iridescent sap of the tree.  That intensity did not last long, because at that very moment I heard the branch...

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“Clark ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #86

 The first rays of the day were getting ready to lighten the celestial firmament, spreading sparkling diamonds of frosty drops of morning mixed with dark shadows over the flowering trees. My owner, was  a  soft-mannered and honey-sweet looking, wearing a corduroy suit - always smelling aged olive oil , to go together with his grayish hair . At that time of the day, he  Invariably would remove the padlock from the stable gate wearing his smile extended from ear to ear, erasing the detail of his aquiline...

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“Seoul” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #85

-         I got all sorts of problems with my lover, and I think I need another  boyfriend -         Another problem ? – Kim asked me, looking deeply to all my -         Now, Sandy , tell me : would you like to go to my country  and maybe have some fresh air? -         To Korea, Kim? -         Yeap. At first...

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“Tempo ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #85

Ok. So see you later – said the man in black , hanging out his phone, methodically. That man took his briefcase, and left the office he was working in, at exactly six o’clock  of the dying day still  immersed in the sun rays that were stubborn to fade.  He went to the corridor,  and stopped in front of the elevator.  I still can not go -   hitting his  knuckles on the marble wall. But it us just a meeting, he said again to himself.He took a look at the round and silver watch  above  the elevator ...

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“Different” by Sandra Claros

 The two-sphere robonoid had its optical sensors deactivated.  He struck his minor sphere or central control, with his elastic antenna and closing his lips in displeasure, until at last, he yelled:  -      it just can not be! This is the last straw! - and the internal temporary circuit was deactivated.  -      this too? - rolling his body from one side to the other, rubbing the larger sphere, or transport, on the metal roof of the container where...

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“Distance” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #81

The first time I saw him, he was wearing surgical pajamas, with a stethoscope hanging from his neck.  He touched a lady's knee, and patted it.  She logically complained of pain.  He helped her stand up, took out a notebook from inside her pocket, and handed her a sheet written by hers.  "It must be the foreign doctor," he concluded when he saw the scene, at the door of the volunteer service, in front of the square, a few steps from the stall selling national and international magazines and newspapers of Ernesto, my boss a...

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“A war ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #80

 1918 . July , 28th. The national edition of “ la provincial “ , headlined a huge: “ war “ on his first page. A huge crowd gathered together in the main square of that little town hidden in the middle of  the province of Navarra. -         What is the official statement of the royal government for this war ¿ - they were asking the newspaper seller, whose newsstand was exactly behind the chorus wooden platform. -         We have ...

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“February 21st.” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #80

Thursday, February 18, 2016.  "The President of the Republic has called a Referendum to consult with the population about the approval or rejection of the constitutional project that allows his fourth consecutive re-nomination to the presidency, according to a reform guided by the situation of Law 168 approved with the difference of only one I voted during an extraordinary session of the Constituent Assembly, when the assembly members were in recess "- say the news of today's newspaper, Ernesto commented to the grandparents, Huasca...

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“Pacific war ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #80

 In February 1878, Bolivia established a new tax on the Chilean company “Compañía de Salitres y Ferrocarriles de Antofagasta (CSFA), violating the 1874 treaty that prohibited the application of new taxes, generating protests in Chile. On your side. The Bolivian government of Hilarion Daza, considered the matter as internal, to which Chile sent a warning saying that it was no longer subject to the 1874 treaty.  Exactly on February 13, the Bolivian army was installing itself in its battalions and regiments.  This cause...

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“Pet and owner” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #78

 The first warm rays of the day were getting ready to lighten the celestial firmament still sparkling diamonds to scare away the frost that slowly moistened the fresh grass of the morning that was announced.  He walked their shadows toward the flowering trees.  Soon, the man - a sir! - soft-mannered and honey-sweet looking, wearing a corduroy suit - always smelling of olive oil! - And invariably he will remove the padlock from the barn gate wearing his smile extended from plump ear to plump ear, erasing the detail of...

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