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Microrrelato
Just before turning the corner, she looked back, everybody was rushing towards a huge
truck idled in the middle of the road. An accident? In a hurry, she didn’t notice it. Despite
going behind time, driven by curiosity she could not avoid coming a few yards back to have a
look, an old man wiping sweat from his forehead in a regretful voice was explaining the fatal
crash. She stretched over crowds’ shoulders and saw an unfortunate twisted and lifeless
body lying on the floor. It wore a dull grey raincoat and a wool cap now colored of blood.
Do I know her? - she asked herself. Maybe, her neighborhood was not that big. Meanwhile,
she had lost another five minutes, but the watch was still, it hadn’t ticked a second.
Shit! Why the hell everything has to go wrong today! - she cursed while looking at the watch.
But then she started to smile, as she thought at least I have an excuse. She calmed down
breathing deep and decided to stop in front of a huge mirror next to her workplace building,
as she did every day.
It was then when she felt a freezing breeze in her skin. Horrified, she looked in the mirror
and she realized she was wearing the same raincoat and blood-colored cap as that dead
body. Then, she turned her head a little and saw reddish liquid falling on the ground through
her hair. Yeah, the universe had paralyzed at the moment the truck had hit her car.