>> Wednesday, 29 September 2010
It's holiday in my city today and there's a general strike throughout the country in protest of cuts in salaries. So I have plenty of time to write something on Wednesday for a change. Lately I have written very little on my blog and posted instead the photos I took during the summer. This is because I've been working on my novella on my free time, and now I'm almost done with it. I just need one last push... While labor unions protest on the streets next to the music bands celebrating Saint Michael's Day, let me post a brief excerpt of my story (translated from Catalan) as I've done several times before. It always helps me. Then I will go out.
She knew the young man who took her son back home every night. It was À., the scrap merchant. He looked at her puzzled. In her light sleeveless nightgown she seemed to him younger than she was. She didn’t want to talk to him, but came closer with a shiver. She said "I hear you every night and know your family". À.’s first reaction was to go back to the truck and run away. But he grabbed her by the arm and thought You don't know what’s going on and said "If you ever speak to me again I will tell your son". In front of him, she still resembled a girl. He thought it was because her nightgown, or that time of night, or the loose hair over her shoulders. She did not want to be so close to that young man with a street smell on him. She thought Tell me why my son is drunk and you’re not and said "My son is at home and that’s enough". À. agreed. For now. He returned to the truck. She saw something glittering on the front passenger seat. The truck went down the road.
Other random excerpts of my novella can be found under the label "my book".