the mexican, the vampire and the seagull

 

My choice of photographs is in clear decadence...sorry about that

 

The girl was having a cup of tea, comfortable sitting in her armchair, her green eyes looked through a window placed in the depth of the dark room. The sun appeared like a Star of Gamma Rays. I do not know what time we are speaking about, it could be a future from Stanislaw Lem, or it could be the End of the World.  There was a smile hidden in her lips, something like an expression of melancholy, I have seen it before. I know it, only in people who do not know how to deal with the emotions. She was dressed in red, and she listened in the distance to the music of a mexican party. The noise did not disturb her, but it was not nice to hear anyway. Then she started to think. And this is what it happened after.

In front of the house, five minutes walking, there was the sea. First she went out and second she managed to find the keys to close the house. She locked carefully, and found a mexican boy in the ladders. He told her something about the red of her skirt. Then she thought that he was drunk and she did not say anything. But when he tried to follow her until the door of the building, she felt a bit angry. Then she felt the wish of violence, but it was so repressed, and she felt so impotent because of the constation of a weakness, than the mexican boy began to feel afraid. There were two persons, unable to speak or to make anything except to stare themselves. The girl was faster. She decided to take him like company. She putted her hand on his, and opened the door finally. The boy looked like a young teenager, under the light of the dying sun, and he started to run in another direction when the girl began to walk. She realized why. That night, it was full moon, and she had a little problem with the moon, in the sense of the vampire legend and all that stuff, it was her secret, now we know it, now we know it.

The only problem was that she could not avoid to feel a bit hungry that kind of nights. She touched her teeth, and exactly, there were them, the two littles canines. But except for the phisical change, nothing looked to be a problem, she was vegetarian, like the vampire duck of Thames river. "Bat blood. I will bring it".

Her goal was to arrive to the sea, and the night was clear enough to show the majestuosity of the Mediterranean nature in front of her eyes. It was the Mediterranean sea, indeed. Is there a better sea? I do not think so.

Once in the beach, she runned to the sand, where she played like a child, during hours and hours. At the next morning, the seagulls found a beatiful red skirt, abandoned in the middle of the beach.

The girl was also a siren.