Concurso continúa esta historia./Demencia. /Dementia. [esp-eng]

Demencia.

No dejaba de hablar sobre lo feliz que estaba por haber llegado a tiempo a su trabajo. Cuándo abrió la gaveta de su escritorio para buscar la llave del camión, se quedó petrificado…..

Observó a ambos lados, sentía el sudor que corría desde su frente, parecía una cascada qué salpicada sus manos con una gota desde su nariz, desde el escrito cercano a la ventana su compañero Marcelo le preguntaba si estaba todo en orden, a leguas se veía su descompostura, trago saliva de forma fuerte ya que esta no pasaba y sentía que se ahogaba.

Segundos que parecían horas y por fin levantó la mirada y pintó una sonrisa de calma –todo está bien– respondió aún con los nervios bien escondidos, su mano aún en la gaveta parecía estar unida con un poderoso pegamento.

La felicidad con la que había llegado había cambiado por el nerviosismo extremo, Marcelo seguía hablandole sin embargo las palabras que decía solo sonaban como un murmullo inaudible, –¿me estás escuchando?– exclamó Marcelo a lo que el distraído Raimundo asintió con la cabeza sin siquiera haber escuchado alguna palabra.

–¿Qué me dijiste de último?– preguntó Raimundo para evitar que su amigo se acercara.

–Amyra, te decía que Amyra aun no llega– musitó Marcelo mientras se ponía el chaleco reflectante.

–No creo que llegue– susurro Raimundo aun con la mano en la gaveta, –¡adelantate qué no encuentro las llaves!– exclamó a su amigo con un nudo en la garganta.

Marcelo salió entonces y al fin Raimundo pudo abrir la gaveta por completo, las llaves estaban enredadas en el cabello de Amyra la secretaría, su cabeza estaba dentro de la gaveta y Raimundo en su borrachera nocturna había olvidado su crimen, las imágenes algo difusas venían como flashes, la sonrisa siniestra se aposentó en sus labios, comenzó a pensar dónde había dejado el resto del cuerpo hasta que el grito de Marcelo le recordó dónde lo había puesto.

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Dementia.

He kept talking about how happy he was that he was on time for work. When he opened his desk drawer to get the key to the truck, he was petrified.....

He looked to both sides, he felt the sweat running from his forehead, it seemed like a waterfall that splashed his hands with a drop from his nose, from the writing near the window his partner Marcelo asked him if everything was in order, he could clearly see his discomfort, he swallowed saliva hard because it did not pass and he felt like he was drowning.

Seconds that seemed like hours and finally he looked up and painted a calm smile -everything is fine- he answered still with his nerves well hidden, his hand still in the drawer seemed to be joined with a powerful glue.

The happiness with which he had arrived had changed to extreme nervousness, Marcelo was still talking to him, however the words he was saying only sounded like an inaudible murmur, –are you listening to me?– exclaimed Marcelo to which the distracted Raimundo nodded his head without even having heard a word.

-What did you say to me last– asked Raimundo to prevent his friend from approaching.

-Amyra, I was telling you that Amyra hasn't arrived yet,–Marcelo muttered as he put on his reflective vest.

-I don't think she will arrive–whispered Raimundo, still with his hand in the drawer, –hurry up, I can't find the Keys– he exclaimed to his friend with a lump in his throat.

Marcelo came out then and at last Raimundo could open the drawer completely, the keys were tangled in Amyra the secretary's hair, her head was inside the drawer and Raimundo in his drunkenness at night had forgotten his crime, the somewhat diffuse images came as flashes, the sinister smile settled on his lips, he began to think where he had left the rest of the body until Marcelo's shout reminded him where he had put it.

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Esta es mi participación al concurso que ofrece la comunidad de @freewritehouse Continúa la historia donde deberemos dar un giro inesperado.

This is my participation to the contest offered by the @freewritehouse community Continue the story where we will have to give an unexpected twist.

Felicidades al ganador de la semana pasada el amigo @amigoponc.

Congratulations to last week's winner friend @amigoponc.

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