Collection: THE GIRL
Every summer, as soon as school ended, I would go to my grandmother's house in the countryside, where I helped her. What truly enchanted me was making the bread, which we baked in a large wood oven.
That year, the holidays began on the wrong foot, amid the rebellion of adolescence: that of assertion.
I insisted that I wanted to venture alone to a distant hill that had always attracted me, to conquer the world.
My grandmother, smiling, told me, as a challenge, that if I wanted to it then I couldn't give up.
I accepted with a haughty smile, but in truth, several times I had to grit my teeth to make it there. Halfway up the slope, the ruins of a house provided me with shade.
I had just settled in when I heard indistinct shouts not too far away. I hid behind a half-wall as two boys wearing metallic-grey jumpers, looking like bullies, approached.
Barely daring to breathe, I remained motionless, watching them.
They noticed me straight away:
"Well, who do we have here, a pretty lost flower," they said, mockingly.
I sprang up, grabbing a long stick with a wide end, like a baker´s shovel, fallen at my feet and hurled it at the boys, taking them by surprise.
The scorching sun of that afternoon dazzled me, but I could have sworn I saw them twirling through the air, plummeting into rows of yellow sorrels, which shuddered in astonishment under lines of light traced in the dust.
That year, the holidays began on the wrong foot, amid the rebellion of adolescence: that of assertion.
I insisted that I wanted to venture alone to a distant hill that had always attracted me, to conquer the world.
My grandmother, smiling, told me, as a challenge, that if I wanted to it then I couldn't give up.
I accepted with a haughty smile, but in truth, several times I had to grit my teeth to make it there. Halfway up the slope, the ruins of a house provided me with shade.
I had just settled in when I heard indistinct shouts not too far away. I hid behind a half-wall as two boys wearing metallic-grey jumpers, looking like bullies, approached.
Barely daring to breathe, I remained motionless, watching them.
They noticed me straight away:
"Well, who do we have here, a pretty lost flower," they said, mockingly.
I sprang up, grabbing a long stick with a wide end, like a baker´s shovel, fallen at my feet and hurled it at the boys, taking them by surprise.
The scorching sun of that afternoon dazzled me, but I could have sworn I saw them twirling through the air, plummeting into rows of yellow sorrels, which shuddered in astonishment under lines of light traced in the dust.
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