Alex Torres
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Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.
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Helping hand
To say that this has been a very long day, it would mean to tell just a tiny part of the whole story about it. Long hours? It was more like a continuous stream of time interconnecting all of the events that lead me to that particular moment where I was immersed right now. Tired and confused, I was trying to get to the end of it and probably would be able to finally go to bed. It truly was not that late, but my mind was already counting backward in an attempt to force me to leave the work as it was. What could go wrong, after all? They would be loving or hating the idea, but at least it would give them something to think about for the rest of the semester. And that was precisely my sole intention. None of the previous attempts went well with the Director, although I knew that she was not going to be mad at me for trying one more time, or at least not strongly mad. I mean, she was always calling me a rebel anyway, wasn't she? This was more of a situation where I was not sure if I would like to risk it or not.
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Fiction
Trust me
I still think it was a good idea for me to move up north, far away from old friends and acquaintances who needed to understand my need for a change. There was nothing gravely wrong with them, in all honesty, but we all have been embedded in the same environment for 22 years, and some of them were starting to show signs of their age. How can I say that? Just by looking at their decision-making process, personal goals definitions, and of course, their diverse posts online. They were no longer the same, and it was also happening to me, understandably, but I took a step forward and said "goodbye" without remorse. There is always room for improvement, according to a multitude of self-help books and studies but if you don't make decisive changes about it, well, that room will stay empty and waiting for you, for the longest of times.
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Fiction
Twelve
I “Why is everybody moving so much around me? And why I am just lying there in the middle? I want to play the same game too! But they are not calling me; they are just looking at me with the same face they do whenever I do something they don’t like and they keep touching me all over my body. I don’t like that a bit. I prefer the other face, the one they do when we are out in the fresh, running behind each other. I like that a lot.
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Petlife
Morning routine
This is not the proper way to start in the morning. Not after you went to bed so late, your stomach was already demanding breakfast. Not after you tried unsuccessfully to relax. And definitely, not after your neighbor's dog decided to serenade you with the most annoying tone you ever heard him produce. Why was he barking so loud at that time of the night? He woke me up, made me feel mad at him and his owner, and although I looked outside several times I couldn't figure out what he was mad at. We don't have any squirrels around - or at least not that many - but straight cats are a staple of this town, mostly caused by motorists on the freeway coming from close areas who think that we will take good care of their unwanted pets if they just leave them loose at our door. I had my fair share of "visitors" in the past, but the cost of allergy medicine for the kids is too damn high compared with the benefits of somebody living "rent-free" with me and my family.
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Fiction
