Short stories of a long journey

Tag: Fiction

  • The end of the quest

    But I may add that the quest has finished.   And, it has ended in a total and satisfactory way, completely successful at that. Main Street           San Sebastián de Palmitas, Antioquia, Colombia    The stories                In Spanish               …

  • The question

    The corner          Neira, Caldas, Colombia   “Excuse me, Madam?”, he asked Doña Eudalia. Representation of the founders          Manizales City, Caldas, Colombia . Because of the babbling in the room, he didn´t hear her question. The grade             Neria, Caldas, Calombia “No, of course not,…

  • The most singular beauty

    View of the Amazon         Macas City, Morona.Santiago Province, Ecuador   “Ah, that is a very good question. The lakes          San Carlos de Bariloche, Río Negro Province, Argentina . I’ll answer that what I have found, the most singular beauty in this world, may be so, but only for…

  • The things in front of us

      “I simply didn’t have the capacity or maybe the experience, Santander  Avenue         Manizales, Caldas, Manizales and for reasons I still can’t absolutely define; I didn’t recognize it at the moment.   Perhaps we search for things in the wrong way, and even if they are in front of us, we don’t identify…

  • Close to home

    The balconies          Neira, Caldas Antioquia   “What did you say? No, My Dear Lady! I know it’s not an impossible mission, an unreachable pursuit,”  San Jerónimo  Valley                        San Sebastian Palmitas, Antioquia, Colombia   he exclaimed, smiling widely and turning to face…

  • The most treasured

    On the road          Highway to Juliaca, San Román, Perú   “Still, I always eventually recognized that though I had encountered indescribable beauty, and on so many occasions, none of it all had enclosed all the necessary requirements, so as to indisputably affirm it was, indeed, the best of all, the most treasured.”   Doña…

  • Searching for himself

      “And what was I looking for?” he smiled as he answered, “You might say I was searching for myself, but that is not really true.   I believe that, contrary to other persons, I have never lost myself, and indeed, I have always known where to find myself.”    The stories       …

  • The quest

      “I’ll tell you that it’s curious that you ask. It’s curious because I was precisely thinking about the subject just before coming in and beginning to chat with you.   The thing is… deep down inside, I believe that all these travels have been motivated by a quest.” Doña Eudalia had gotten up from…

  • Doña Eudalia

      And that was precisely Doña Eudalia, no more, no less.   She was entrenched in a table next to her uniformed assistants   (the buses, travelling daily from the distant border, would stop for a half hour in front of her diner, a block and a half behind the town’s church and next to…

  • A pause

    It seemed that the outsider had an insatiable and voracious thirst that lay on the brink of becoming bottomless, for he grabbed the bottle of moonshine, and quickly, he proceeded to pour himself another shot. Simon placed more orange slices on a clean, new plastic plate, placing it in front of the foreigner, with a…