Una vez, el año pasado, en unas clases de inglés que tomé
en la universidad, tuve que escribir un relato corto de ficción. Creo que es el
texto relativa o medianamente bien hecho que he podido realizar alguna vez en
la prodigiosa lengua de William Shakespeare. No olviden observar los errores que deba corregir (para eso justamente lo he publicado).
It was three o’clock in the morning when the phone
rang. A woman’s voice came through the other side of the line: “You need to
wake up. You must leave your apartment… quickly!” It was an unknown voice. The
woman was maybe crying or trembling when she talked. Then she said: “They are
here”. And she cut the call.
At the beginning I thought it was a nightmare. So I
decided to put my head on the pillow and go back to sleep. I had had a
particularly busy day, and I was really tired. I closed my eyes all the while
thinking of the woman’s voice, trying to figure out if it were a kind of joke
that some people played – specially at three o’clock in the morning.
But then the phone rang again. “It couldn’t be”, I
said. “I told you you needed to leave your apartment right now”, said the
woman, this time obviously upset.
Then I realized that I knew that voice from somewhere.
It had a familiar ring to it.
“Yes, you know who I am”. The woman guessed my thoughts.
“They are here, the aliens. Now, go and never return again. Your house is now ours
and your life as well”.
I tried to open my eyes but I could never stop that
dream.
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