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this tale is part of the book:
The End Times Survival Guide
Ricardo Kelmer – Miragem Editorial, 2020
fantastic – horror – science fiction
What to do when the unexplainable suddenly barges into our reality and old truths are rendered useless? Where are we to go when the end of the world is upon us? In the nine short stories included in this book, none of them short of mystery and supernatural, people are amazed at events that challenge their understanding of reality and of themselves and trigger crisis situations so intense that people’s own survival is put at stake. This is a book about collective and personal apocalypses.
(script for a movie soon)
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THE STRIP-TEASE
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“You shouldn’t drink so much, Zack.”
“Do you want a shot?”
“No, thank you. Why have you been drinking so much, Zack?”
“It’s in the program. Hang on, I’ll tell you about it.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. What about you? Been partying a lot?”
“Back in the day when we met, I was in my heyday. But now I’m taking a break from the nightlife.”
“Back in the day was just one year ago.”
“That’s right.”
“…”
“Giselle, I asked you to come here because I have something important to tell you.”
“I always suspected you were hiding something from me, since day one.”
“This is going to be the strangest thing you’re going to hear in your life. You’re going to think I lost my mind.”
“I know a lot of people think you’re crazy, but I know you’re not. You’re just a little eccentric. And kind of reserved.”
“You’re going to think I’m nuts. But I’ll say it anyway.”
“Zack, I like you a lot. I know you have your quirks. Everybody does. I just think you could open up a little more…”
“I know, you’ve told me that already. I’m going to tell you everything. But I’m sure you’re going to say I need to get some treatment and you’re going to remove me from your life.”
“Do you see someone standing over there, by your side?”
“Excuse me?”
“Is there anyone over there next to you? You keep looking and smiling as if there was someone there…”
“Hmmm… That’s the problem, Giselle. There is someone here by my side.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s exactly what I want to talk about. Please listen. Listen first.”
“I’m listening.”
“So let’s begin. Uhhh… It all began one night when I was here with a girl. That was before I met you. We had arrived from the nightclub and she was in the bathroom. And I was on bed waiting. Then I saw him for the first time. Are you sure you don’t want to have a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“He was sitting on the chair in front of my desk. I immediately thought: damn it, it’s a thief. I was naked on the bed and there was a thief in my bedroom. But I didn’t really get nervous. I guess because I was drunk. Then I said: OK, pal, you can take anything you want, my wallet is over there, there is a cool sound system in the living room, but please don’t do us any harm… Very well. He was the one who got shocked. He stood up, looked at me at close range and asked if I could really see him. He really acted as if he couldn’t believe it. ‘Do you really see me, Zack? Do you really see me right now?’ I was all puzzled, I thought he might be someone I knew or maybe he was on something… So I asked him where we had met before. He raised his arms and said, ‘Finally!!!’ Do you still want to listen?”
“Sure. I’m listening. So he was not a thief?”
“No. He was the Observer.”
“Who?”
“The Observer.”
“Oh, the Observer. Must be new in the neighborhood, no one I have met.”
“You don’t want to.”
“So was he a friend of yours?”
“He was the Observer, I told you.”
“Oh, yes…”
“I’m serious, Giselle. That’s his actual name.”
“OK. And who is the Observer?”
“Let’s talk about that. Observers are inhabitants of another dimension in time and space. They lead a regular life over there. But they have friends here and sometimes they have to come around and help the friend. They can’t go back to their world until they accomplish their mission. They get stuck in this time and space. That’s it. At least that’s what he told me.”
“Oh, you saw your guardian angel.”
“No, no, he is more like a demon. A very, very annoying demon.”
“Is that what you wanted to talk about?”
“This is serious, I swear.”
“OK. So?”
“Well, he explained it all to me later, but before that, the girl came into the bedroom and asked me whom I was talking to and I pointed at him. But she saw nobody. Then he told me that I was the only one who could see and hear him, nobody else, and that’s how it was supposed to work. The guy seemed ecstatic and said that his lonely days were over. Well, it turns out the girl thought the whole thing was too weird, put on her clothes and went away.”
“What about the guy?”
“He stayed there. I tried to touch him, but my hand just went through the image. So I told myself it was a very crazy dream and decided to sleep. On the following day, I woke up and he was still watching me.”
“Zack, I…”
“I know you don’t believe it, but let me tell you everything. You promised.”
“…”
“He told me he was on a secret mission. He said it was something that depended on me and that he would be able to leave if I did the right thing.”
“Look, Zack, I…”
“Wait…”
“I don’t know what’s happening to you, but…”
“Giselle, I swear it’s true. I am not crazy. Actually, I think it would be better if I were. It would be easier to put up with this annoying dude by my side all the time…”
“Are you telling me this is really serious?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not joking.”
“No.”
“Then tell me: ‘I am serious.’”
“I am serious.”
“Don’t laugh, Zack!”
“I’m sorry, but this situation is a little ridiculous.”
“It’s ridiculous of me to be here listening to this, this…”
“Do you want to go away?”
“…”
“If you want go, fine, I’ll just…”
“Please go on, I want to listen.”
“Where was I?”
“The Observer told you he was on a mission.”
“Right. He said I had to do something and he was here to help me do that something.”
“And you didn’t know what he meant.”
“I still don’t.”
“Not even a clue?”
“Well, he knows me like nobody else, it’s amazing. He’s made me think a lot about my life, he shows me what I’m doing wrong, my flaws… I feel very bad about it.”
“Everybody has flaws, Zack.”
“But I have this behavior police twenty-four hours a day, non-stop. It’s like he is part of me.”
“Was he with you before we started dating?”
“Yes, one year.”
“So when you met me, he was there with you?”
“Yes. He won’t leave me alone, Giselle. Remember how we met?”
“At the counter of the Mad Daddy bar.”
“Do you remember what I looked like?”
“Black pants and a blue shirt. Very handsome.”
“No, I’m talking about my state.”
“Drunk, of course.”
“And I was laughing a lot, wasn’t I?”
“You were having a good time.”
“Because of him. He anticipated everything I said, he knew all my pickup lines by heart. ‘Hi. Don’t you feel like a sausage in a can in these crowded bars?’ I would open my mouth to speak and he would speak ahead of me. So I laughed.”
“Oh, that was the reason?”
“He is a sadistic comedian, he pulls my leg all the time. He quickly hides in the crowd so I think I’m rid of him. When I least expect it, he comes up with some obnoxious one-liner. Remember once when we had a table at the Papillon and I had an uncontrollable fit of laughter?”
“You seemed to be demented.”
“Because of him. On that night, he appeared suddenly and stuck his head right here by my side and said, very sternly: ‘You’re staring so much I came here to hold you so you don’t fall inside her cleavage…’”
“My cleavage?!”
“I burst with laughter. You had a very showy cleavage and I couldn’t help picturing myself falling into it… You had no idea and I was laughing my pants off.”
“So that was because of my cleavage…”
“It was funny then. But this jerk has made my life hell. Because of him many people now think I am crazy.”
“Many people indeed.”
“Who can blame them? At first, I even thought it was fun, but then I grew increasingly upset. Then I didn’t care about my composure anymore and would bicker with him in front of anybody, saying he had no right to do that, it was a violation of individual liberties and cosmic ethics, and that…”
“Cosmic ethics?”
“I was desperate, I would say anything.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I got very angry at him. Do you know what it’s like to live with someone who knows all about you and keeps exposing your flaws, making fun of everything you do? That’s what he did. He never missed an opportunity. I felt naked. I couldn’t focus on anything anymore. I tried to read a book or see a film and I couldn’t. It was hell. He’s given me such an earful I lately began to realize there is lot about me that I need to change.”
“Like what?”
“Well… He made me see I had been acting in frivolous, superficial ways, that I had been a phony to myself. And he made me realize I act like I always think I have the answer to everything.”
“He did that?!”
“He did.”
“And you understood that?!”
“I had to. He won’t forgive anything. I was talking to someone and shared an opinion… That was it, he would come along and bug me. I ignored him for a while, but it became unbearable. If he were made of flesh and bones, I would have kicked his ass already.”
“And has he always been around, even when we are together?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Even in… those moments?”
“Even in those moments.”
“So he’s seen me naked many times.”
“There was nothing I could do, Giselle. Please understand.”
“Did he see everything?”
“He is attached to my soul, to my energy. I can’t do anything about that either.”
“I can’t believe this…”
“Now do you understand why I’ve never been able to relax with you? He was always around watching… The only way I could forget about him a little was drinking. It was more convenient to get drunk so I wouldn’t think about certain things.”
“Listen, Zack… I… don’t even know what to think. I don’t know whether I should be upset or laugh at this ludicrous story…”
“You may laugh, I don’t mind.”
“I don’t know if I should stay here and keep listening to this… this nonsense… I don’t know.”
“I had to tell you.”
“Why me? We haven’t talked to each other in weeks.”
“It was his suggestion. He thought you would understand. ‘Why don’t you tell Gis? She is a sensitive person, she might help…’”
“He calls me Gis?”
“Yes. He does take that liberty.”
“Is he here now?”
“He’s sitting right here. He is laughing a lot at this ridiculous situation, the devil. Ask him something.”
“Me?”
“Yes, ask something.”
“Uh… I don’t know.”
“He is saying you dance very well.”
“Has he seen me dance?”
“He was with me at your group’s performance.”
“Oh… That’s nice. Tell him I said ‘thank you.’”
“Say it, he can hear you.”
“Uuuh… Thank you, Mr. Observer… Gee, Zack! This situation is really…”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
“…”
“I’m sorry. It was funny.”
“Zack, you brought me here to have a serious conversation. I came because I believed you. So I come here and you talk about this Observer character. Fuck!”
“…”
“Zack, if you were in my shoes, what would you do now? Say it honestly.”
“…”
“Tell me, what would you do?”
“Honestly? I think I’d stand up, walk out that door and adieu.”
“That’s what I’m going to do. But first let me tell you one thing: quit drinking, Zack. Or at least drink less if you don’t want to make it all worse. And if you’re drinking to avoid having to face certain things about yourself, then I am sorry to inform you that you’re going down the worst possible path.”
“…”
“Good-bye, Zack. And good-bye to your friend…”
“…”
“Does he have a name?”
“I call him Nagsie.”
“Nagsie?”
“Yes, Nagsie. Isn’t it cute?”
“Nagsie, the Observer… Good-bye, Nagsie. Don’t let Zack drink too much.”
* * *
“I told you. You weren’t supposed to spill it all at once like that. You should have done it slowly.”
“Now it’s done, Nagsie.”
“What if you lost Gis forever?”
“Whatever will be, will be.”
“Sounds like you did it to get rid of her.”
“If she liked me as much as you say, then she should have understood the situation better.”
“She needs time, Zack.”
“Now it’s done.”
“Call her again. Now that she knows about me, never mind that she thinks you really are crazy. She is not very normal either. Two beers is all it takes for her to do backflips in the middle of the street…”
“At least she’s a good dancer.”
“You ain’t seen nothing…”
“Hey! What do you know about her that I don’t?”
“Forget it, I was thinking out loud. Come on, Zack, call her.”
“I can’t call her again, Nagsie! You saw what happened, she is convinced I’ve lost my mind.”
“She likes you.”
“I like her too. Always did, you know that. But I made one mistake after another.”
“Of course, you’re always drunk…”
“Because of you.”
“And I am here because of you. So it is up to you to do something about it.”
“And I am doing. I’m boozing myself to death in the hope of getting rid of the annoyance of having you around.”
“Zack, you dim-witted numbskull. Gis is the woman who can help you and encourage you to go down the best path. But you’re scared senseless of that which you need the most. You’re a fool.”
“If she has the chance, she will have me committed.”
“Call her and invite her for a nice place.”
“Blue Night Motel. Suites with erotic chair.”
“Make it at the Spy. Invite her to drink some juice. Please, no alcohol.”
“I’ve told you not to ask me that. I’ll drink if I want to.”
“How can I not ask that, you moron?! Drinking is ruining your life.”
“YOU are ruining my life!”
“You’re the one ruining mine with your ineptitude! I could be home with my family now! But nooooo, I have to be here with you while you choose playing characters instead of being yourself!”
“…”
“…”
“Listen, Nagsie, I didn’t drink for a week and it didn’t help at all. You still kept bugging me.”
“Seven days of sobriety are not going to fix your problems, dumbass. Look at yourself and see what has to be changed.”
“If I knew, I would change it.”
“You know it.”
“I don’t, I’ve told you!”
“Yes, you do!”
“If I did, I would’ve changed it just so I could get rid of you, stooge!”
“Oh, you think I take pleasure in watching your stupid binge drinking and your lame pickup lines, ‘Hi, I know I’m a simple subject, but love is a compound and this situation predicates that we should be together…’ Not to mention your terrible sexual performance…”
“Then go to hell! On second thought, stay where you are. I don’t care if I die from alcohol poisoning. Knowing that you share my fate, I’m going to have a hell of a time with it. We will both go to Hell.”
* * *
“Hi, Giselle.”
“So you invited me to drink juice… You must be feeling pretty bad.”
“I haven’t drunk at all since that day.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“And what happened?”
“I decided to take a break. What do you want?”
“Apple. No sugar, please.”
“Then two. Mine with sugar.”
“So, is Nagsie tagging along?”
“Sure.”
“Is he here now?”
“He just sat down. But we are not speaking to each other.”
“Why?”
“Disagreements. It happens.”
“Oh.”
“…”
“…”
“Don’t bother looking, Giselle, you can’t see him.”
“It was a reflex. Damn, Zack, this conversation is going to make me as crazy as you, you know that?”
“At least you’re going to understand me.”
“So you two had a falling out? Did he say something that upset you?”
“Let’s talk about something else. Are you OK?”
“I’m fine.”
“I can see that. You’re gorgeous as usual.”
“You look good too.”
“…”
“What are you laughing at, Giselle?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s silly. I was reflecting upon the irony of the situation.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I finally meet an interesting guy, he is involved with an invisible man.”
“Yes, that’s unlucky…”
“I was a little rude the last time. I want to apologize.”
“Anyone else would have reacted the same.”
“I was going to call you.”
“You were?”
“I was curious about Nagsie.”
“Really?”
“I was thinking… Doesn’t he sleep?”
“He sleeps when I do. He wakes up when I do. But he’s never hungry or thirsty, he can’t do anything except watch me.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun.”
“I wouldn’t want to be in his place.”
“Does he like you?”
“Our relationship is odd. We like and hate each other. It was worse in the beginning. I could barely sleep while he was watching me. Imagine doing everything with someone watching, such as having a shower, taking a dump, jerking off… What about getting laid? Impossible, right? Or you can get drunk and forget about it.”
“What does he think about your drinking?”
“He says I’m escaping.”
“Are you?”
“Maybe. But I think it would be easier without him hanging around.”
“Then you wouldn’t have made the realizations you did about your life. I think that Nagsie, if he really exists…”
“He does.”
“Right. I think Nagsie is saving you the money you’d have to spend on therapy, you know?”
“And who says I’d pay for therapy?”
“Zack, why don’t you come and spend a weekend with me in the mountain? That would be really nice.”
“Are you serious?”
“I would love it.”
“I don’t know, Giselle. I have work to do…”
“Oh, come on, Zack. I’ll cook for you.”
“What else?”
“I’ll let you have the TV remote.”
“I didn’t ask your opinion.”
“Excuse me?”
“I was talking to the buzzkill over here.”
“Nagsie? What did they say?’
“He said he’ll forget my flaws for a week if I go to the mountain with you.”
“…”
“Are you looking at him again, Giselle?”
“What? Oh, right. I’m already acting as if there really were someone there. I think his proposal is pretty good, Zack.”
“How do you know she has that CD?”
“What?”
“The idiot here. He’s talking nonsense.”
“What did they say?”
“He’s telling you not to forget to bring your CD with erotic songs. Do you have that kind of CD?”
“Wait a minute, how does he know that?”
“Yeah, how do you know that, Nagsie? Hmm… Oh, OK. He said he doesn’t know, it was just a hunch.”
“Very strange…”
“I don’t know that we can believe everything this nutjob says. But forget about him, Giselle. So, can I really have the TV remote?”
* * *
“Is he looking now?”
“Absolutely.”
“Yes or no, Zack?”
“Aw, Giselle, I’m not going to turn around and check. Have patience.”
“He is not gay, is he?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What does he think of me?”
“He likes you. Couldn’t you tell when we were at the Spy? He was more supportive than anyone of this idea of coming here, to the mountain.”
“Don’t you mind his watching us getting it on?”
“I had forgotten about that, Giselle.”
“I’m sorry…”
“…”
“…”
“Come on here, come on…’
“Hang on, Zack, I’m going to put on the CD again…”
* * *
“Congratulations, pain in the ass, you kept the promise. One week with your mouth shut.”
“I did it for us both, buddy.”
“I even got to focus on others things, did you see that?”
“Yes. It’s been a rather positive week.”
“Do you think we are a good couple?”
“We? Definitely not.”
“Giselle and I, smart aleck.”
“Yes, of course. Nothing is better for you than that woman, bro. Gis is wonderful. She is pretty, smart, affectionate… And she has a pretty nice body, if you ask me.”
“She’s danced since when she was fifteen.”
“You should ask her to dance for you.”
“Hmmm… Good idea.”
“Something tells me that someone is in love…”
“More or less.”
“Admit it, man.”
“Holy shit. Admit what, Nagsie?”
“That you’re crazy about her.”
“I’ll think about it.’
“Admit it already. Who do you think you’re fooling?”
“Nagsie, shut up.”
“You were speaking on the phone today and you wrote nothing but her name all over an entire sheet of paper. Didn’t you see that?”
“I was testing the pen.”
“Ah, yes, of course.”
“…”
“So will you admit it or not?”
“Holyfuckingshit, Nagsie, you are annoying as hell!”
“Will you admit it or not?”
“I said I’m going to think about it.”
“Think about what, man? It’s obvious. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Have you?”
“Aw, geez…”
* * *
“Don’t you want a little glass of wine too?”
“No, thanks. You’ll be drinking alone today.”
“No harm in just a little glass, Zack…”
“Later, later.”
“Alright then. I’m going to pour another one for me. Hey, do you mind if I talk to Nagsie too?”
“Fine by me.”
“Great. Nagsie, how do you like my apartment?”
“He says you have very good taste.”
“Hmmm, thank you. And what does he think about us having a serious relationship?”
“Us who, Giselle?”
“You and I, Zack, of course. How can you even think I mean Nagsie?”
“That question was not in the script…”
“Oh, so questions for him have to be vetted first, is that right?”
“Alright, alright. What you think about that, Nagsie?”
“I think it’s a great idea!”
“Giselle, don’t meddle! Do you want him to answer or not?”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist it… Come on, ask him again.”
“He is laughing at your impression of him. It’s terrible, by the way.”
“It’s good to know he has a sense of humor.”
“In fact, he does. When he is not concerned with shaping my character.”
“Has he stopped laughing yet?”
“He said he will date you if I don’t.”
“Then you two decide already. I don’t have all night.”
“I think you’re a little tipsy…”
“And you are blushing! Whenever we talk about dating, you get all embarrassed… Have you seen my glass of wine?”
“Nagsie has a message for you.”
“Yay! I am totally listening.”
“He says there is only one way he won’t look at you when we have sex.”
“And what is it?”
“If we have a threesome with a girl. If we do that, he will stare at the other one out of respect for you.”
“Did you really say that, Nagsie?”
“He said, ‘Of course, my sweet darling…’”
“Well, I’ll tell you what. I don’t care if he wants to watch me… You may look, Nagsie.”
“Well, I care.”
“I think Nagsie said nothing like that, you fool… You want to live your sex fantasy of having a threesome with another woman and pretend it’s poor Nagsie’ idea…”
“Seriously, he said that.”
“You’re lying. Did you really say that, Nagsie?”
“I really did, my two-scoop ice cream…”
“Let him speak, Zack!”
“I’m just repeating whatever he says.”
“Come on, Zack, what did he say?”
“He is not going to answer because he is laughing his pants off at your intoxication, Giselle.”
“Well, now I’m going to show him I possess other qualities… Let me turn off the light first. Where did I place my glass of wine?”
“What are you going to do?”
“A special little song for you two… Excuse me, let me turn on the table lamp. Ah, it’s perfect now.”
“Nagsie says I should have something to drink too, because I’m feeling very tense…”
“I agree. Where is the CD?”
“You’re almost sitting on it.”
“Ouch! That’s right! Hmmm, let me see… I think it’s number seven… Correct!”
“I can’t believe it. Are you going to do a strip-tease for me?”
“For you two. Nagsie, take a seat, make yourself comfortable.”
“He sat down a long time ago.”
* * *
“Is he looking now?”
“I don’t want to turn my head around right now.”
“Did he enjoy the strip-tease?”
“He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.”
“Really?”
“He even got emotional about it.”
“What about you?”
“If I enjoyed it? Damn! I’ll never forget it.”
“…’
“You’re so beautiful, Gis…”
“…”
“Gis?”
“What?”
“Is that proposal still standing?”
“Which one?”
“Our relationship.”
* * *
“Zack…”
“Hmm…”
“Listen, I have to go, my bus has arrived. When you wake up, I won’t be here anymore.”
“Hmmm…”
“Happy trails, buddy. You’re a nice guy. Sorry if I was rude sometimes, but we were on the same boat, you know. I am proud of you.”
“Hmmm…”
“This woman likes you, don’t lose her. Gis is going to make you very happy. You’ll see, wonderful children… Grab your chance now, man. The future is just a matter of choice. And you just don’t find strip-tease like that everywhere…”
“Hmmmm…”
“Good-bye, buddy.”
* * *
“Good morning, son.”
“Good-morning, Nestor. Shall we go home?”
“Home, yes. I bet you miss it, don’t you? You’ve been away for one year.”
“That’s right. The Other One was a handful.”
“I can imagine. I even thought you were going to request some extended time. Get yourself a beer in the fridge, son.”
“Thank you. Empty bus, Nestor.”
“It’s been like that this week.”
“Don’t you have anybody else to pick up?”
“I had Felicia. But she asked for an extended time.”
“So she hasn’t made it yet? What a shame.”
“Felicia is the architect, you know.”
“Yes. She came to make sure her Other One won’t quit her studies. Hmm, good beer.”
“But the Other One quit. She’s studying Law now. Felicia really wanted to kill the Other One, but she can’t.”
“We definitely want to kill them.”
“But Felicia asked for the extended time. She said she will not quit until the Other One goes back to architecture school.”
“Extended time is a double-edged knife. If we don’t go to extremes to accomplish the mission, we drive the Other One crazy then everything is lost. If I had asked for the extended time, my Other One would have gone insane too and lost Gis forever.”
“Don’t tell anybody, son, but I think we are not going to see our friend Felicia again. The situation is really difficult for her.”
“That is very sad.”
“I feel sorry when the person discovers that their future will be lost. It’s been happening more frequently lately, do you know that? When people get on this bus, I know that many won’t make it back and I feel sorry for them. I don’t know what it’s like not to be able to come back, but I imagine it’s the most terrible thing in the world.”
“It is. But when we get the calling to come to the past, we know there’s always a chance of not coming back.”
“The damnedest thing is that we always harbor the hope that our future is going to be successful, don’t we?”
“Yes. When I think that pig-headed idiot could let Gis slip through his fingers, I feel sick to the stomach…”
“But tell me, how did it go?”
“My Other One is a very stubborn young man, Nestor.”
“Ah, but we all have been like that once.”
“And he became a hard boozer after I came along, you just had to see it.”
“If my memory serves, you also enjoyed the occasional drink…”
“Yes, I did.”
“Giselle was the one who fixed you.”
“That’s true. But the Other One was drinking a lot more than me.”
“So is he going to be with her?”
“Yes. It’s in the bag.”
“Then it’s alright. But tell me, what was it like to see young Giselle?”
“Oh, Nestor, I thought I was going to pass out…”
“Hehehe, I can imagine.”
“I would do anything to secure our hypothetical future, you know.”
“Yeah, do I know.”
“Can I tell you a secret, Nestor?”
“Yes, son.”
“I came here on this mission because Gis and I would be deactivated if I didn’t come. We and our children. But I was also dying to see the strip-tease she had done for me when we started dating… Oh, how badly I wanted that!”
“You don’t say!”
“Oh, you have no idea… That strip-tease performance made me go into a serious relationship with her.”
“And did she do it again?”
“Yes. It was just last night. Exactly the same as she had done before, the same exactly…”
“So that’s why you came in here with that look on your face… So the mission is accomplished?”
“Of course! After that performance, the Other One will marry her tomorrow if she asks.”
“Then it’s alright.”
“The things we’ll do for a woman…”
“The things we’ll do!”
“We’ll do anything.”
“You bet!”
“Even putting up with oneself in the past.”
“Sure thing.”
“We’ll even get married, Nestor.”
“That’s what I always say.”
“We most certainly do.”
“Most certainly.”
“We do get married.”
“We do.”
“That’s right.”
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Ricardo Kelmer – blogdokelmer.com
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(script for a movie soon)
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this tale is part of the book:
The End Times Survival Guide
Ricardo Kelmer – Miragem Editorial, 2020
fantastic – horror – science fiction
What to do when the unexplainable suddenly barges into our reality and old truths are rendered useless? Where are we to go when the end of the world is upon us? In the nine short stories included in this book, none of them short of mystery and supernatural, people are amazed at events that challenge their understanding of reality and of themselves and trigger crisis situations so intense that people’s own survival is put at stake. This is a book about collective and personal apocalypses.
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> Amazon (kindle) english/portuguese
> In portuguese – blog
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