(Por Enrique Anderson-Imbert)
The motorist (black dressed, black hair, black eyes, and pale of face) saw in the road a young girl that is signaling for him to stop. (Para = park)
(She was asking for a ride.)
You take me? Until the town, no farther. Said the girl;
Get in said the motorist. And he sped off at top speed for the road that bordered the mountain.
Many thanks, said the young girl with a charming gesture
But are you not afraid to ride with people you don’t know. They are able to do harm. This is so deserted.
No I am not afraid.
And if someone holds you up?
No I am not afraid.
You have no fear?
No? Permit me to introduce myself he said to the girl with the large eyes, limpid, imaginative,. And immediately, pretending a smile, faked a voice deep…I am death.
D-e-a-t-h.
The motorist smiled mysteriously.
At the next curve the automobile goes over a cliff. The young girl is left dead on the stones. The motorist followed on and came to a cactus and disappeared.
Hester Chamberlain
Learning Assistance Center
Eastfield College