A LETTER FOR STEPHANIE

Hi Stephanie

        I wish I could help you giving you the information you need, but I have to tell you it’s the first time I’m doing the role of “cupido”. By the way, I can tell you about Nacho. He’s a great friend of mine, and if you are interested in built up a relation with him, I have to admit that is a convenient decisión.

First of all, he is 31 and has a good job, he’s a lawyer (that not a liar). He is very extrovert and sociable, he could talk about too interesting and varied topics and I’m sure you will never have “uncomfortable silences” with him. I also have to tell you he is extremely polite (imagine he also does the ironing: the shirts, the sheets, the handkerchiefs, even his socks). He is hard-worker but also funny, he admits to know hundreds of different bars and restaurants on the city. He’s also independent, because he has lived alone in a flat for 4 years, and his mum also prepares him tuppers weekly. And one of the things I can emphasise on his carácter is that he is very open-minded (it wouldn’t mean he acts like this in love relations, don’t misunderstand the adjective).

Concerning to his hobbies, he likes going out, seing films, reading books and having more information about politics, sports or philosopy to chat up. As I told you before, he’s talking most of the time, even if the other person goes to the toilet. He also likes dancing, his favourite dance is “tap dance” (which his friends thought he had done only for flirt with girls, but later we have seen he is an artist). As a result of his tendency to visit restaurants, his stomach is getting bigger, but he also goes to the gym (at least, once a month to do the payment). He’s very active, and always needs to do things and visit places. He enjoys women and treat them as princesses, but I’m sure if he starts a relation with you, you only will be his princess (you would be his first serious relation and I am sure is what he needs now).

¿How is he physically? It’s easy to say. ¿Have you had the look of “latin lovers” seen in films or musicians? He’s the opposite one: bald, not specially tall, but his face is funny and he looks intelectual with his “pasta glasses”. Eventhough, he always dresses up elegant.

And I think that’s all I can tell you about him. I hope the information was useful for you. Please, let me know if you need some extra information about him. I wish you could meet him soon when  you travel to the city. I will be happy if it cames to a good end, so I will consider myself a good “Cupido”.

Best regards.

Mark.

I AM A ZOMBIE FILLED WITH LOVE ***

***This writing is a free ending of a fragment in the novel “I’m a zombie filled with love” by Isaac Marion.  The story I’m based to write it, can be read it here.***

…I have to admit it, starting my relation with Emily makes my life easier, if that could be possible. In my previous life, relations scaried me. Now, I don’t need to meet my mother-in-law in Sunday boring-dinners, get marry or go to malls in Sales period. Rememebering that, I feel terrified. I am not worried anymore about having children, fill an instance to meet my friends because they were always busy or open a bank account with my couple. Definitelly, my future seems more peaceful.

You can imagine how I feel when last week, Emily and me moved a little far from the other zombies, maybe half a mile, more or less. We put some stones in circle in a piece of sand in the field. Since that day, we haven’t heard all the time the others’ groans. So better, the landscape is more interesting, with lot of trees and a river near our “property”. We can also wash our clothes, can you trust it?

Now, we are getting used to visit the city by ourselves; we walk taking our hands and doing some kind of romantic noises. Emily convinced me to eat people’s brains, I’ve just mind it anymore. Defintely, they are delicious. In fact, I’m becoming a kind of expert in brain-testing, as human people with wine. In my opinion, teacher’s brain are the best; in the other hand, bankers’ ones are too much bitter.

That’s the reason I can remember now more and more things. I probably could tell you my life-before-death story, but I thought it’s not so interesting. I’m filled with Emily at my side. Now, I have to say goodbye to all of you. My previous name might have started with T, but it doesn’t matter to me anymore. I’m a zombie and I’m sure my life is better than yours. Don’t you agree?

IT'S TIME THE PERFORMANCE CONTINUED

(based in my own short story “¡Qué siga la función!)

A sunny Sunday afternoon, in front of a cinema, a couple are talking to the girl who sell the tickets. They turn towards the streets. He seems furious;  she looks with calmly tranquility, it seems she make a face which we tought to consider an ironic smile. They cross the zebra crossing to the pedestrian area and  start talking…

—I told you —the man in a grey suit, nearly 45 years old, his hair turning white—, I wish we’d bought the tickets before. It’s not posible at the last minute…

—If only you had been in a hurry —she answers, ten years younger, just opening lightly her mouth, as if  her pink lipstick talk automatically.

—I was all the time telling you to be faster, and you… one hour making up, another choosing the dress. It was for nothing, it didn’t help you to hide the wrinkles, and this dress is horrible.

—Sure, Mr. fashion —she continues, while she feigns to text a message on the mobile—, If only you had bought them, according that today its the last show…

—How? With servi-caixa service? With any of the credits cards you did have all the time?

—Not my fault if this month we are plenty of events: business dinners, my cousin’s wedding… In the wardrobe there were only out-of-season clothes, honey, I needed to borrow all the cards.

—I haven’t know that every month clothes-season is changing!

—I’d rather you didn’t groan on public, dear. By the way, I don’t know how this nerves to watch the last Woody Allen film, I guess it’s for sleep, as all he did. My sister told me it’s slow and extremely boring. Completely before this time, as his glasses and trousers.