“She appeared, as on previous nights with a disfigured face, cold touch and ice breath. I felt that shook me, sinking into the old chair. He handed me something,barring my hand tightly.“ This is the sign, “she whispered . I tried to let go, but her skin was becoming faded and dark, mingling with the night … I woke up sitting on the bed, with arms raised and both hands on a frozen fist aprentando that object “.
“The Sign” Published in Microterrores extract – Diversidad Literaria 2016