short story by Julie Bartoletti (Matches)
Commissioner Baiser hastily entered the large housing complex of gray. The
like a dog chasing his aide hysterical Le Cul, busy scribbling away like a schoolboy on the first day of school.
This is the story of Blague, a good man who came to town from far away.
He left a life the close and was traveling in search of a place in the world.
When he arrived in the village, the sun lit up the valleys dressed in wheat, the green mountains in the distance echoed down the valley through the forest green as leaves and the smell of musk, is refreshed in the white river and glided down between the houses of straw and dirt roads.
noise of wagons, fruit that is sold and mixed hay for livestock, earthy smell.
was clear that no place would have been more appropriate for Blague.
arrived to the village he met people, he was greeted with cheerful indifference, and that was another reason to stay.
passed months and there was the fishing season.
All the men left the village early one morning, kissed their wives, children warned, they loaded the bags in a caravan and took the path that leads to the next village, the port would seek work on the first vessel, were taken to the sea, for two months and did not return.
The women spent their time in the fields or grazing, returning home at night to retrieve their children, feed them and rocking.
Every morning life began again and the children running around the village.
Blague, who was fishing and did not own land around the village doing small errands in exchange for food. It was not
long before the children screaming, bold and lead, tackling shyness and decided to make his acquaintance. Since
Blague was a good man, very mild but in a good mood, confidence took a turn against his becoming the new pastime of the rabble infant.
like a duck and it led to screaming at a constellation of satellites, which revolved around disoriented, making him stumble and dazed face of pressing demands: it was always the right time to become a swing man, an evil ogre, a comedian acclaimed.
Blague, who was a shy, reserved, tasteful took this to be the center of attention and soon his mind was far more eager to play with his little friends, who face the usual concerns of adult men.
-Commissioner, the plan is the tenth, "said Le Cul promptly, and no one had asked the question.
Commissioner did not reply, it was very difficult to understand if it were annoyed by his aide, as his expression rarely varied, but if I were to bet, I'm almost sure she was annoyed.
He stopped in the hall looking around, but trying to move as little as possible, until it turned very sharply to the Cul.
-eh ... there is no elevator. If the face of
Baisier he moved, he would certainly assumed an expression of deep hatred against the Cul, but felt instinctively the message.
One day the sun was covered, across the valley there was an atmosphere ferrous and unpleasant, the forest was now frighteningly dark, the mountains seemed to be more rocky and inhospitable, the music of the village was now a jagged tangle anxieties and fears.
Da Blague all day had a bad feeling, went to the village to play around 'with the children but the mothers were concerned about the first rounds of the camps and their offspring were called to order.
When the village was stormy, we had to prepare adequately, so the streets are empty, everyone was in their homes, some to gather the cattle, some to strengthen the roofs, and Blague was alone in the village square, in a gray windy spring fall madly.
He sat down a bit 'disconsolate on the edge of the well to brood in solitude.
The feeling you get when you see someone injured by a piece of glass under the nail, startled Blague.
A little 'scared, with a sudden breath, surveyed the landscape: the houses were in front of him, the market closed, the empty pews, the church. How
struck by a suspect turned behind chilling, reminding himself that there all the other half of the landscape.
He saw the valley and mountains in the distance, but his eyes were still putting on fire when, at the trail, saw a dark figure and hump, lanky and callous, to step forward sobbed and irresistible to the village.
Blague failed to deepen the analysis, because the blurred vision was enough to slide his butt from the edge of the well.
With a thud and a scream he fell down a couple of meters, reaching in the bucket and rope, wet and dirty, continued for a few seconds to spiaccicarglisi on the face, falling down its entire length.
Shortly after two children peered screaming and laughing from above called the mothers.
It took three people to pull it off, luckily no one was hurt but seemed concerned about an imminent arrival. Women
introduce them calmed him by telling him that was not there anyone in the village and that the path was clear of "shady characters".
Blague returned home, humiliated and wet, among the laughter of children.
That night he had many strange dreams, he found himself imprisoned in a dark cell, he saw people insulting him and drive him away, he saw again the horrible figure, fix it, laughing, changing shape with each breath, becoming more and more monstrous, it looks like any fear that a man can try.
screams of children Commissioner-The Cul-stepped, non-response to a question implied in a non-expression of Baisier. The Cul
thought that if nothing else, it was becoming a good translator "Basier fracese-, French-Basier.
-All building is inhabited by the children of miners who work at the quarry outside the city-went out of breath (had just arrived on the fifth floor).
Baisier imposed a moment of rest and lit a cigarette.
-they are well-
Commissioner Only now, in retrospect, would have recognized a subtle issue of relief on the marble face Baiser.
When he returned to the village, was attacked almost extreme euphoria of children, who had been baptized the legend of the monster of the valley as established fact, too cool to be fake.
Blague With great effort he showed no fear that in fact she felt, to hear so lightly of that horrible vision. He showed instead
sorry to have brought so much turmoil, the eyes of the poor mothers, forced to calm everyone down every night to be able to entrust the children to sleep, and rest themselves.
He tried to behave normally do not throw meat to the fire, but he felt within himself, the great anxiety of an impending tragedy.
That same evening, the village inn, with a worried mother told you have trouble getting the door open the night before, which was sure to have closed, because of the impending storm.
The woman was surrounded by people intrigued and frightened when he entered the local Blague. All
case, however, made his entrance and called in the group as a key witness in the ongoing process.
Blague-then, it is true that a monster pushed you into the pit yesterday? - Said a voice fond of mystery.
-I knew it, is doom! - Another gray husky voice.
After a dozen questions like, exploded in bursts without care to hear a response, backed away scared Blague, stammered that he knows nothing, he apologized unnecessarily shocked and ran away.
The next day began in fear.
Blague awoke in the grip of pain after another night of violent nightmares, he wanted to stay home that day but she needed to eat, so he left the house.
He found a small crowd of people surrounded the parish, just outside the garden of the church, the pastor tried to calm everyone down with his face contorted and a bible in hand (view anything but reassuring), the weeping of the women filled the square .
Blague came up with the expression of a child who raises his shoe Having stepped on a cockroach and heard the fateful * splat.
-Blague, thank God, you help us, "said a whimper.
Blague said eyes wide.
-you are the only man in the village, besides the pastor.
It was curious that until then had been treated Blague by women of the village, more like an overgrown child and as a man, but as they say in times of storm, "every rock and carry".
Blague When he learned that another house had been opened during the night, that the furniture and objects had been found upside down, went into a state of constant anxiety and quiet.
At that moment the storm broke threatened by two days brutalizing the landscape.
It was decided to hole up in the church as usual in all such cases.
Children, as usual the free game, went a bit 'in the church at a time, returning from fields, streets and squares, over a few tens of minutes.
After half an hour from the beginning of the storm, a heart-rending cry broke the quiet hum which until then had acted as a background to the scene.
The woman whose house had been violated had seen the most tragic fulfillment of the suspects, his daughter, her daughter was not returned and none of the other children seemed to have seen her the day before.
Creature from the valley had not only put Scouring the house, had committed a crime far worse.
It is not possible to hear a feeling, but I could swear that you somehow felt the sound of the heart of Blague explode, your liver is churning, his eyes accessed anger.
Something broke in him.
He rose without speaking, but certainly not quietly, because everyone turned around to observe it.
His expression was that which most closely to the concept of fearless, resolute.
He started to leave the church and no one tried to stop him.
Two hours passed and the storm grew more violent.
The partitions in the wood of the church creaked under the wind pressure and the glass cracked.
Suddenly, in alignment with a deafening thunder, the great church door shuddered to a violent shock.
The pastor came over and lifted the latch, the door opened and a wet and frightened creature peeped out of the darkness of the storm.
The woman threw herself on her daughter with the vehemence of a wild boar on the food, the dried, pressed her to him and make sure he was comfortable. So it was.
The sweet epilogue was interrupted by the noise coming from the square and the subsequent gathering of spectators, from the windows of the church, attended a show scary.
A little body lean and exhausted, that could only belong to Blague, hung with incredible tenacity to the neck of a shapeless monster.
The beast was moving with a violence worthy of a bull and the mangled body of Blague was waving like a piece of damp sponge.
This vision was available to the public disbelief and scared for a little over two seconds, shortly after a lightning blinded in fact all those eyes and the storm dumped in all its violence, creating an impenetrable curtain.
The next morning the storm was over.
The sky cleared and the valley came the usual gloss: the villagers left the church do with cautious confidence, but having acquired soon that there was no trace of the monster.
-here's commissioner, how do you shoot in your mouth, "said Le Cul while paramedics loaded on the stretcher a body animated by occasional spasms, reduced to a thread of life with a serene, like that monaco a Tibetan ... well, a Tibetan Monaco with a huge hole behind the left ear and blood flowing from all sides.
-probably will not survive, the limit will remain in a coma, has taken away a chunk of brain. It's a miracle one left alive all this time, said one of the paramedics. The Cul
thanked him with a nod and he hastened to add, fill in the Blague usually form-Charles, was released from prison six months ago after serving a sentence of Grasse's ...- set fire to twelve years-he said with emphasis, the charge-fixed-Baisier - of child abuse . A cursed monster, eh sir?
Baisier looked around, looked at the blood on the floor, the gun, went to the window-lived here for six months, "said looking at the bleak horizon in the suburbs-in a building full of children and parents with many of the mines - sighed, and no child has been touched. Cul
The Commissioner looked at the way in questioning, for the first time that day had a thought expressed in words, but he could not understand.
Baisier lit another cigarette, there's plenty to do here, occupatene you, I'm going home, blowing away the smoke.
A child peeped out from the well, the sun shone above his head like a halo.
He shouted to call the other-is the well-cried,-c 'fell still-giggling.
Soon after, some mothers appeared from the edges of the well, He had a benevolent, fair, the expression of a mother watching her son sleep.
Blague looked stunned, from the bottom of the well, for the first time in his life were free of discomfort that he had pursued for years, wherever he went, was clear at last.
This time, the mothers will nor the children seemed to bother to pull out of there Blague, ansi properties remained to observe, as you watch a relative of the station, that goes away by train.
Blague also had this feeling and now seems to stretch the walls of the well, he felt himself sinking, open pit and the faces of his friends became more and more away, indistinguishable, a point of light in the darkness.
lights Me by Julian Bartoletti is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
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