Until I Find Julian (2015)
“I’m not such a hot artist, but still I draw, erasing every two minutes: the head, the body, the stick-like legs. “Not bad,” I tell myself, and write la ciguena underneath.
I tiptoe into the kitchen and prop it up on the table. Then I wait.
Angel comes in, rubbing her eyes and yawning; she stops. “What’s that? A chicken?”
“Are you crazy? Does a chicken have legs two feet long?”
She’s laughing now. “A stork. The worst-looking stork I’ve ever seen.”
She touches the word. “What’s this about?”
“Simp...le. You can read that: la ciguena. Take a good look and remember.”
She cuts an apple Sal sent home and munches on slices as she looks at the stork, its chicken body, its pencil-thin legs. “So, one word,” she says at last.
I go into the living room and pick up the mail on the floor: shiny papers with pictures of cars, all colors, all sizes, in a language I can’t understand.
There’s a small folder with red sweaters, and sweatshirts, and a picture of a woman wearing huge bracelets halfway up her arm.MoreLess
I tiptoe into the kitchen and prop it up on the table. Then I wait.
Angel comes in, rubbing her eyes and yawning; she stops. “What’s that? A chicken?”
“Are you crazy? Does a chicken have legs two feet long?”
She’s laughing now. “A stork. The worst-looking stork I’ve ever seen.”
She touches the word. “What’s this about?”
“Simp...le. You can read that: la ciguena. Take a good look and remember.”
She cuts an apple Sal sent home and munches on slices as she looks at the stork, its chicken body, its pencil-thin legs. “So, one word,” she says at last.
I go into the living room and pick up the mail on the floor: shiny papers with pictures of cars, all colors, all sizes, in a language I can’t understand.
There’s a small folder with red sweaters, and sweatshirts, and a picture of a woman wearing huge bracelets halfway up her arm.MoreLess
Read book Until I Find Julian for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
9 / 10
User Reviews: