Before reading
⚠️ FICCIÓN +18 ⚠️
I wrote this flash fiction, where I explore a familial bond between an aunt and her niece. It’s suitable for readers over 18.
The story
The aroma of red wine carries some notes of wood, as if I was running through a pine forest somewhere in France. Those pine needles in my insides; the calm and the smell of leaves lift my spirit into divinity. I shake the glass to hit my senses and make me exist in heaven with the deep red perfume.
The phone rings twice. My shoulders sink to the back of my seat. The air scapes my mouth. The more the phone vibrates, the more my insides devour me. I will not miss her voice and drama: a whole generation fucked with depression.
I answer the phone, hoping it is not another of her attempts. My hand is shaking. My nerves are spreading deformed grapevines from my neck to my spine. Prisoner, I leave behind my forest, my escape, and accept speaking with the warden devoid of personality.
‘What is happening now, Amanda?’
‘Aunty, a rat is in my place.’
‘My God! Is Ben with you?’
‘Yes, he is here.’
‘Why doesn’t he kill the rat?’
‘He is scared as well.’
‘Amanda, you are a twenty-years-old woman! Why are you hoping to get me to your place in the middle of the night to kill the rat?’
‘I can’t sleep!’
I end the call and drink my glass of wine, needing the forest where the grapes grow red sarcoma; whispering ‘cancer is the rat eating me alive’.
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