GEPETTO ©
A mini story by Martha Cecilia Rivera.
It just needed a real heartbeat. It already got a concrete existence, eyes, mouth, torso, arms, and legs. The only problem is that all of it was made of wood. Geppetto looked at it for several minutes, and, in the end, he did what every human being would’ve done: he invented hope. He promised himself that one day his son should have a real skin. A fairy, a magician, or a god would solve the lack of heartbeat. It was precisely at that very moment when the nose of his creation started enlarging, hope was a silly idea.