MICRO-STORIES: "Broken Life"

Broken Life

Laura María Heras Ruiz

Juan Ramón Jiménez: “Llevaba el alma fuera, el cuerpo dentro”.

A gust of wind was rustling the leaves and frond of the ancient cedars, fir trees and willows surrounding the pond of the Crystal Palace. Sprigs of chrysanthemums and pansies spread along the paths, embellishing the gardens. An intense red brightness slipped through the branches, drawing almost naked silhouettes across the horizon. A young life, full of promise, was coming to an end. Why living if what you hold most dear cannot be achieved? A pallid youthful skin and body lay on the sward, while tears were still falling down her eyes, no more alive. Those gemstones locked up a man’s unattainable love, a desire with no age, a poet’s initials.

© Laura María Heras Ruiz (2015)