Sandra Claros

“Ale” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #61

His name was Alejandro de las Tres Lunas – Ale, for shorty – according to the certificate we received in the box with a pink lace on it and an information card with his weight at birth, the name of his mother and his entyre  background:  - Look ! – said mom, reading the paper- here it says the dog makes some tricks, like standing on two feet, bringing the stuff we need?, but he eats a lot. He - no, there is no grammar mistake in here, because the members of our family considered him one new member in a shor...

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“Toy” by Sandra Claros

It was breakfast time, and I was still wearing pajamas when my father showed up into my bedroom, singing with his huge smile of pure happiness.  - Son, happy children’s day ¡ - my father said to me, giving me some cash “ for your soda this afternoon “ and a little package. - What is it dad? - It is something to entertain you during the morning.  I opened . - No way ¡ The original best selling game of the year in a disc ¿ - Yes. For your computer - he said that still smiling – still smiling ¿ How come he is happi...

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“Weather ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #60

- There is a weather forecast saying that it is going to rain heavily today – warned Julia, the mother of my kids, but not my wife. - Really ? – I asked her, trying to get some little time before I wake up from a night spent between two bottles of whiskey. - Yes. So you better be careful when taking the kids to school. - Don’t worry. I am as sober as a priest. - Fine. In five minutes they are ready … - Neither am I.  - Go and wash your face. Take some coffee. You know I have to go to my job. - Ok.I am going, I am goi...

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“FEELINGS” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #60

I had a funny dream last night - said grandpa to me – that we were fighting in pyjamas! - almost crying of laughter. - But grandpa – making him remember - we are just going out from a war, that we lost due to the government policies. And too many people have been killed under the terrible enemy's motto : “ kill them as if they were your prey in a hunting “ . - Yes. I know. But this holocaust has not finished yet. Not completely.  - It’s true. But many others are supposed to come bac...

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“Domination” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #60

- Wasn't the Big Bang our starting point for the domination of other galaxies? - Asked the humanoid zombie, with a face half meat and half metal that showed the differential characteristic to that of Commander Fermico: a pressurized collar to hold the slave, typical of the crew of the colonization space fleet.  - Well - Commander Fermico answered - we must observe that the system where we find ourselves, that is, this world, did not come out of nowhere. In truth, we were the technological survivors of said explosion, and we co...

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“A tale ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #59

"On that mountain, the skies lowered to their top daily, hiding its cottony neck from many lights that were and in each gram of gold spilled in the tunnels of the tunnels  On that summer day, in particular, Mother Nature had been lavish, filling the rivers with water in abundance, raising the rock formations above the human level of understanding of the dance where the individual dimensions of each determined the degree of horror and destruction that plants, animals and human beings should suffer ”.  - Ready ? Did you fi...

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“Peace of mind” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #59

- have you seen the new neighbor in the colony ? - asked my neighbor, Sarah, a long – natural blond - haired mother that I think I have never seen her without those braids nor Dolores the so called and famous chicken she owned and treated like part of her family. - the new woman in the colony ? I think she is not part of the colony , judging by the way she dresses herself with that extravagant colors and heels, all that extravagant things that  women wear in the city. - Just in  the...

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“Hell” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #59

I have come to bring this bag that has stones, and this one also, lighter- and Fatty put the identical bags at the entrance of the mine's gallery system.  It goes to the bottom, Don Braulio, manager of the gold mine, told him, shaded like almost everyone who came to or left the mine.  "It must be the dust of the mine"  You know right?  No. I think I'm going to get lost, said the Fat Man whose hat was his brown hair - looking up over the shoulders of Don Braulio Vázquez, a middle-aged man, scratching his closed beard to fr...

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“CITY” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #59

The wind blew a magazine that was not mine, but if I had to return it, it was more than twenty days ago.  - I put the magazine in my bag, along with a cake that I should also give to Ernesto, owner of the stall selling national and international magazines located in the center of the square, about four blocks away.  It was very windy.  I thought about leaving after closing the glass window in the living room so that nothing else would fly.  I leaned against the parapet of the somewhat narrow but high window in the living ...

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“A place called friendship ” by Sandra Claros

- Good afternoon, sir, but by any chance, do you know where the train station is? - and a broad-shouldered blond young man appeared to the man, right in front of the newsstand, where the man was reading a newspaper, comfortably seated on a pillow on a bench.  - Are you a foreigner, young man? - admiring his peasant accent - because only tourists or foreigners who visit the country do not know where the train station is, moving his removable and plastic teeth from one side of his mouth to the other, like a ball, to indicate tha...

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“Sick ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #57

- this cancer seems to be spread all over his body. The life time that still remains seems to be short.  - How short is it , doctor? - Well, madam, is a question of days, not more than a week. And the widow burst into non- stop convulsing tears, that covered all over her face, hiding her greenish eyes fading in sadness. - My advice is that you have to get things ready, before he leaves – said the assistant to the daughter of the sick man connected to intravenous fluids and heart monitorized. - Yes. We are waiting for the...

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“Game ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #57

In the beginning of history, when the earth had no owners or value, God and the devil walked without destination or care in the vastness of the universe.  And now? The devil asked God, the one who scratched his hair in the sun with 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 game with these marbles ?, asked the devil pointing to the planets of the second dimension with his incandescent arms.  - Make up something bette...

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“Credit card ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #57

- And at the end of the year, we take some days off during this high season, dear, as we have to rest from this kind of life we live, you know, we are always working  and working every single day – the grandma was saying to her new maid, a black young woman that was always chewing gum  - I see – snatching a pink bubble on her face - You deserve a little trip – chewing. Where are you planning to go this year ?  - We always ho to the beach, because it is so hot that days. And the kids love the water...

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“Peasants ” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #56

It was 4 in the morning in the beautiful valley painted with flowers, adorning the snowy mountain range, as in a postcard.  At that time, under the cold wind of the autumn night, more than a hundred peasants - among children wrapped in double blankets, boisterous young people and adults some clutching sticks while others laughed that they had pistols in the pocket opposite to the cell phone.  They were gathering one by one, slowly and silently, in the unpainted door of the house still under construction, transcending the humidity o...

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“War” by Sandra Claros

Submitted to Contest #56

“ we need volunteers to go to the battalion in the frontier between the two fighting countries" ‘ said the leaflet gluedvon that almost. As I read, I saw immediately that it was something really exciting . So, I I drove myself to the information booth, right in the center of the main square. I stood in a row of eight, but all the candidates were talking too much, in a fuss, because there was another news : “ there were ten corpses of local soldiers , that needed to be taken from the battalion. - Who are they?  - Who are they ¿...

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