Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Corina The Hunter - Alex Jamieson
She closed the door leaving the almost tangible smog outside.
-Found four today.- she took the mask off.
-Finally! But… ¿Only four? The ones that didn’t make it, what were they like?
-I could not make them out clearly but seemed to have some sprouts already.
-I miss the naps under the lime trees. Hearing the wind through the branches. Did you ever try lime tree tea? It’s soothing. –she took the glasses off, rubbed her face slowly.
-Mmm… nope. I think I saw some dried leafs when I was very young. Never got to see them alive. I was born after the cataclysm, grandma.
Mirna put her glasses back on and remembered the natural disaster day. Was it really natural? She also remembered the day Corina was born and the day her parents died. That night, she dreamt the planet had woods again. Corina didn’t have to sow or search for trees any more.
Original title: Corina cazadora
Translated from Spanish by the author.
Versión en castellano