miércoles, 1 de junio de 2016

Diary entry

Tuesday 4th May 1950
   Dead diary,

  Today it's tuesday and I have all the day free, so I will take some time to write about my life. It's a screaming bore and I also have this sick in the stomach feeling of being trapped in old mistakes. I know that was my fault the holdup of that licor store, but I think that is unfair to punish me all my life for only one mistake. I don't like Rosa, she is too plain and lank a chick for my personal taste. I also don't like the candy store, I would have liked to finish studying how to be a shoemaker, but I can't, instead of that I have to spend the rest of my life working from eight in the morning to almost midnight every day.

Monday 10th May 1950
   Dear diary,


   Today it started like a normal day. All mondays comes the same little girl asking for two rolls of colored tissue paper. But in the morning, Rosa has just hung a mirror on the back wall, and when I opened the drawer to get the girl her paper, I looked up and saw in the glass a white hand reached into the candy case and took two chocolate, then she came back from behind the counter and stood there, innocently waiting for me. At the beginning I felt angry but then I felt pity because I don't want that little girl to end like me. I wanted yo warm her to cut it out before she got trapped and fouled up her life before it got started. But I can't.

 

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