To go back. To go back to see you. To go back to dream you. Hundreds of paths open up each and every instant right before me and I don’t know which one will finally take me back. I choose them blindly, trusting my luck; and trusting that dark chance grants me its boon. I close my eyes and start stepping through the ever changing path. I walk wearily, just in case a sign arises, just in case that casual encounter that changed my life forever happens again. Original version here .
This is the English version of the Spanish blog “No más de 15”, a personal web about short stories written by David Uclés. Translated by Javier Uclés.