sexta-feira, novembro 28, 2008

Red Ramshorn Snail

# Come out! Come out! I know who you are!

Natalie Yoseal was surrounded by ancient stones whose top surfaces were covered by salt. Salty is the symbol of purity and sometimes a way to move a way bad spirits. She didn’t realize that all the salt that came from the basement was an option that her grandma has chosen to keep her bad spirits away. And that the place she had chosen to do the ritual was a hole one. Just like the basement.

# Come out! Come out! You’re freaking me out!

She was a little girl wearing a red dress, polyester maybe. A girl who was cleaning all the stones. All the salt down.

# Tell me something about you that we don’t know yet.

Kids from the neighborhood in that decade were suspicious of practicing magic. Good or bad, we don’t know. But tough magic. The one that makes your brain goes in an overdriving. Natalie Yoseal was poking the leaves behind the biggest stone.

# À bout de soufflé.

The noise was not loud. It was just like the noise that we don’t listen when a red ramshorn snail moves itself from one side to the other. Slowly. If her grandma was alive, she would scream and say Stop it right now. But nothing or anyone has ever screamed in that place.

# Gross!

It was when she saw it. It was unpleasant and disgusting, but pretty efficient. We don’t know why kids used to do that. Maybe tedium. Maybe curiosity. Maybe stupidity.

# Do you have problems with calling someone up? Hey, look at me! I’m waiting for you for so many minutes! You can not take so long.

It was just a fling. When her eyes met the creature she was sure that she did the right thing. Maybe stupidity has this effect upon people. Especially the naughty ones.

# Ok then. Do I have a wish to come true?

The creature moved from one side to the other. Natalie smiled. It was the last human movement. The creature strangled her. Slowly. Her wish would come true, yeah, but she wouldn’t be able to see it. She had called a shape shifter. Now he would be able to walk away using her human skin. Not gross anymore nor unpleasant, but a pretty young corpse wearing a gorgeous red dress. A freedom spirit. A spot in the multitude.



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