An impulse by Jorge Aldegunde

Gobblers & Masticadores

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I might just as well watch telly a little longer, until the credit is over, or while my time away reading the same book for the umpteenth time, or simply look out of this dirty window. Whatever, but having to put up with this bunch of morons.

I’m not sure what I’m doing at this institution. I hopelessly strive to show doctors there’s nothing wrong in my head, and they will only take notes and look at me in sheer disbelief.

They won’t understand I had no other choice: always the same hostile, rageful countenances stalking, conspiring daily against me on the train platform. I could hear their menacing voices whisper evil plots; they would hover around me like a swarm of bees.

I had to set things right. And that’s why I gave them a little push.

THE END

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The sign by Jorge Aldegunde

Gobblers & Masticadores

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(A mother can’t seem to turn off the light for her child to sleep)

She wouldn’t stop crying and I was feeling exhausted. I’d tried almost everything: telling tales, embracing and soothing her down, but to no avail. What really puzzles me when I’m with her is that she won’t even look at me. Not a word will she utter either and, instead, she keeps her eyes intently fixed upon an undefined spot somewhere above my head.

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I’m scared. I feel sad and miserable too. I see that uncanny halo again, like a permanent mist that blurs even the most tangible things. I saw it too when we all kissed grandpa goodbye in hospital. But now it is all over mum.

(A child can’t seem to quench the light for her mother to stay)

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