1/noviembre/2019

The Sonderling

When she was able to walk again she went tripping through the muddy road with
some dead geraniums in her hand. The black water was waiting for her at midnight,
at the hour when she couldn’t see herself darkly reflected in there. She sat by the
pond and talk to it. She put the flowers in the water with ritual delicacy and watch
them slowly sail to the other side of the lake, to a part of the woods she had never
been. She talked to the water about what she had dreamt last night.
– … and we were making out in a tall corner next to some stone steps that lead you
back to the street, and in the other corner there was another couple sitting in the
street tables of a coffee shop, and the girl from that couple was way prettier than the
one I was making out with and I felt bad for a second, and my mouth was dry and
she said ‘Is your mouth dry?’ and started drooling inside my mouth which was a bit
gross but tender.
She was talking to the water about how she had met her at a small parking lot
outside a convenience store that was full of trash and dead rats and in some wall
there was a red graffiti she couldn’t remember what it said but the other girl got
close to her and said.
– He always sprays the same thing where’s dead rats.
After this recount of his oneiric affairs she went back through the mud, which
stained her ankles and her shoes, and was back again to the parking lot. Sometimes
there were junkies smoking crack. Sometimes they did it in the lake so she couldn’t
go to chat a little bit with the black water.