The scent of mother's love
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The scent of mother's love
That night, when Lupita returned from the university, everything seemed normal. She used to stay in the library and between books and coffee time flew by.
But it was a different night, going out into the street, on the way to her house, she felt a shiver that ran through her entire body, although she found it strange, because she always made sure to go out warm, she continued the her way.
On the road, his ears seemed to pick up noises beyond the voices of people in the plazas and the noise of cars pulling into garages. On the eve of the Halloween celebration
Lupita, she felt that the wind hid a sound that made her shudder. As she moved away from the hustle and bustle and entered the lonely street where she lived, that noise became more intense.
He couldn't explain why that night the road was so far away, and even though he hurried his steps he hadn't been able to reach his destination.
The cold, she pierced through her thick coat and the hood that covered her ears seemed to have holes in her because she felt tormented by sounds.
The trees seemed to move in the opposite direction to her destiny and she, thriving before that force that stopped her, continued on her way.
Suddenly, she smelled a familiar smell that made her gasp. It was coffee, but an aroma that only she had perceived, a combination that her mother prepared for her: coffee, chocolate and aromatic anise, a special drink that helped her regain energy every morning.
But it was still night, that's why when walking his mind wondered what will happen at home? Because my mom will be up? And preparing that morning coffee that she liked.
The young woman, she was filled with desperation and decided to run, but her body seemed to float, along with all her strength because she felt that she had to get to where that smell of her mother's coffee was.
When she finally got close to her house, she was surprised that her friends from college were there, those who after class went to the disco to celebrate and still had party clothes, but they cried with great feeling.
Lupita called them, but they didn't answer. So, since she was tired, she decided to ignore the hustle and bustle in front of her house and go through the kitchen to get that delicious coffee.
It was then that he fell to his knees. Seeing her mother sitting next to a coffin and in her hands holding that cup of coffee that she served her every morning.
In that coffin rested her body, lifeless. That night, as she left the library, she was approached by a man hiding behind a party mask, who beat her and drove her into the nearby bushes, leaving her dead.
The young woman understood why she couldn't get home, no matter how hard she tried. With tears in her eyes, she approached her mother and put her hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
Goodbye dear mommy, today you brought me home, I feel like I'm just asleep and that I just need your special coffee to start the day. But I have to go now, and even though you don't see me every time you prepare and feel that aroma of your coffee, you will know that I will be there in your heart forever.
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#STB Creative Writing Prompt 15
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Translation done with Deepl.com
Una muy buena historia la cual disfrute mucho! Un final inesperado muy bueno, saludos
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It sounds like one of those dreams where you are trying to run away from something or someone but can barely move, as if youre runing in deep mud or something holding you back. That's what it reminds me of.
It reminded me of an eighties movie where a man discovers his own a
Que gran participación muchas gracias por la invitación, más que un aroma el amor de madre es lo más valioso de los hijos.
Tenebrous and moving. The story grabbed me.
Oh no! What a horrible feeling that must have been.
Very touching horror story - that's a weird combination.
Nice one!
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