Alalay - turn 11

Alalay

Fiction per Chance - Land of Snails

turn 11

-	cuari-cua-cua! "What a shitty thing Miss, I have forgotten my homework"

Joselito did his best to make fun of himself by alluding to an old joke.

Nothing can be written down. He already had a single hand poker and a ten and six to the cuadra. With the last throw he can play trenes and bullets. He chose to leave the two cuadras, in other words the trenes. But before throwing the dice he turns to do that discrete operation of pinching a bit of powder under the table, and then caressed his nose with his thumb and index finger. Because the father and mother stared at him in a strange way he courteously explained:

The last time I got divorced, I think I was your age, I was suffering so much and I felt very old instead of a mature man. I started dating here and there, and one of those girls invited me for a bit. Uh! Why would have she done that. I bagged her. She looked like an adolescent who screwed for the first time. From then on I did not quit women nor this. I don't like other things that are harmful for me and turn me into an idiot, but this, this does a lot of good to me. I don't experience what the majority do, their masculinity goes "down," with this, at my age, mine goes "up" and never wants to come "down", never. Besides, it doesn't harm me, can't you see? For being seventy I am very well. What do you say? Do you want some?

He extended his hand with something inside, as if such actions were not prohibited. The miner tactfully broke the awkward moment by lifting his glass and exclaiming cheers! Joselito understood it and returned his hand to the glass. The father and mother said:

-	I did those things when I was a chango. Now they don't appeal to me. Now that I am father and mother at once.

The miner reinforced it:

-	I have never tried it, I don't think I need it, I never felt the need. I am not interested in those things that come out of people, I look into the ground and extract that what I can touch and sell. I do not oppose to what you do, but please, be careful.

Joselito picked up the dice and said:

-	No one is being forced. On this table we are all free. As free as the dice, only tied to our luck.

Before he could throw the dice the father and mother uttered another sentence:

What freedom, what bologna, I bet they are bullets!

For the second time the father and mother's sentence was on the mark. It almost seemed as if luck itself were drunk at that moment. It was as if destiny had obstructed the game.

- Over three valiant ones!

Joselito exclaimed as he set himself to wait for Pelón to return from the restroom.


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