MEDUSA © Un microrrelato de Martha Cecilia Rivera. Creo que he convertido mi vida en un mito. Lo digo porque mis amigos me han dado el apodo de Medusa. Todo empezó con mi primera tarjeta de crédito. La obtuve, la usé, la deuda creció, para pagarla conseguí otra. Usé ambas y para pagarlas obtuve otras varias. Y así sucesivamente, cada vez que consigo pagar la deuda de una de mis tarjetas de […]

MEDUSA© Microfiction story by Martha Cecilia Rivera. I think I have turned my life into a myth. It all started with my first credit card. I got it, I used it, and my debt grew to the point that to pay it I had to obtain a second credit card. I used both, both debts increased, and to pay them I needed a third card. The show went on and on. Every […]

A microfiction story by Martha Cecilia Rivera© I cant’ help but trembling. I feel I’m drowning, and something crushes my chest. I manage to get up with much effort. I take a step forward, but I fall into a blood pit. To no success, I try to wake up. The dream has me imprisoned, and I can’t open my eyes. Someone shouts that I should never be able to breathe the same […]

Un microrrelato de Martha Cecilia Rivera © Tiemblo.Me ahogo y algo aplasta mi pecho. Con esfuerzo me levanto y doy un paso adelante, pero caigo en un pozo de sangre. Sin éxito, trato de despertarme. El sueño me aprisiona y no consigo abrir los ojos. Una persona grita que no podré respirar jamás el mismo aire. Estoy helada y pido a gritos una manta que nadie trae. Frente a mí, una vieja […]

A microfiction story by Martha Cecilia Rivera. The gigantic columns do not seem to support the building’s weight, but rather the entire idea of civilization. The smallness of the human race is evident. It is the Cairo Museum! Tutankhamun, Khafre, Menkaura, and enormous statues align with jewels, furniture, and objects of daily life. Thousands of symbols of the ancient Egyptian religion, so exclusive, can be seen everywhere. An unknown pharaoh’s sarcophagus, near […]

Un microrrelato de Martha Cecilia Rivera. Las columnas gigantescas no parecen soportar el peso de la edificación, sino el de toda la idea de civilización entera. Se respira certidumbre sobre la pequeñez de la raza humana. Es el Museo del Cairo. Tutankamon, Kefren, Micerino, estatuas de inaudito tamaño, se alinean con joyas, muebles, objetos diarios, y sobre todo con miles de símbolos de la antigua religión egipcia, tan exclusiva. Cerca de la […]

MAHSA © A mini story by Martha Cecilia Rivera. Masha makes her way down the street in a hurry. Today it’s exam day and, if she’s late, the teacher will let not her in the classroom to take it. Masha’s hijab slips. Her bangs are exposed but she ignores it, her hurry is immense. A soldier wearing a dirty turban sees Masha and runs after her in fury. Eventually, he catches up […]

MAHSA © Un microrrelato de Martha Cecilia Rivera. Masha se abre paso por la calle con presteza, es día de examen y si llega tarde el maestro ya habrá cerrado la puerta. Su hijab resbala. Su flequillo queda al aire pero lo ignora, su prisa es inmensa. Un gendarme de turbante sucio la detecta y se va atrás de Masha lleno de furia. Al final la alcanza y la arresta por haber […]

YOLK © A mini story by Martha Cecilia Rivera. The well-dressed doormen watched in amazement to the man who climbed up the steps towards the door without stopping him. Then the man walked inside, and everybody remained silent. The man was dressed in a yolk-colored tunic resembling the kind of outfit that, it was said, in India was worn only by the lower castes. Inside the palace, the staff members frowned at […]