Un beso para mi (short story 10)

And there he comes... she thought to herself while shaking off the drops from her body. Just got out of the water from her morning swim, all wet and loose, feeling her back and neck muscles relaxing after the effort. "Yo no compro nada, gracias" she was already used to reply each time when someone approached her with whatever craft, fruit or any other goods they had for sale. With or without goods, everyone who passes by, along the beach or on the road just behind, in town and in the bars, always the same old sentences: "Hola chica, mi amor... quiero ser tu marido... que linda.." Can't blame them for trying, it's just part of the game.

This time he had pareo for sale, "no tengo dinero en la playa, amigo" she replied and then, just like that, a refreshing sentence she has not heard before from a pass by.. he said without hesitating.. "un beso para mi".

Encounter with a Grouper (short story 6)

He felt so relaxed and peaceful as if the whole world came to a halt and only he was moving slowly and gently with the addictive sound and motion of underwater. So many have been there before and unfortunately it is not hard to notice it, the tore nets, nylon bags, strings and ropes, here and there a shoe that fell off a previous invader. What a shame...

In his own world, he then noticed a big, no, a huge creature. His breath turned into a hyper mode as his instinct was telling him "get away, get away... a whale has come so close to shore..."as if getting away in a hurry would help in that case. He swam away for 3 seconds, trying to calm his breath again and realised it is not a whale, but didn't know what it was. Swimming back to try and find it and to get a closer look, the creature was gone, out of sight. All that was left was a vague memory of the size, shape and colors of what probably was a sweet big Grouper swimming along searching for a catch, when almost got bumped into this huge enormous creature, me.