The Well

Well. (Story) ... to an imaginary Migdalia Camagüey. I never wanted to stand in front of this well, but here I am in front of him after half a century and I still remember the words of my grandfather when I was sitting on the curb the first time looking to the bottom, embellished, without moving a muscle my body, as if listening to someone talk to me from beyond the surface: "Get down, hell, if you fall I shot you, though we drown them both?. I panicked and had to interrupt the pleasant conversation with my friend who every afternoon waiting for my arrival. Grandfather did not know anything about this new friend that I had found a place so strange, but always seemed to me that something suspicious, as if he also conversed with him, but at another time for me I did not realize. Today I have 58 years and just came to get my memories, but Grandpa is no longer among us physically, but he sensed behind me ready to turn to scold. I turned and there he was attentive to his stained apron of all those delicious smells magically missed in those steaming cauldrons. The happiest day was Wednesday, because I helped peel potatoes for their expected and famous dish "Meat and potatoes? and Saturday which was dedicated to "fricassee of chicken with sweet potatoes?. I loved my holiday in Camagüey to be close to my grandfather and my aunt. They seemed to compete to try to make me the happiest child of the universe and they succeeded and without my realizing it, like I always deserved it. Camagüey was an odor.

Completed its work after a year and the nights began to be colored when just talking on the banks of the tranquil afternoon, but it looked nice from the bedroom window of my aunt, I was sure that the nights were not to be more of that familiar dark-sad tone. Camagüey was an odor and color. Migdalia came one morning with his parents and a very ill brother. It was the prettiest girl he had seen in the whole province of Camagüey. He had a smile virgin naive medieval castle and impenetrable. We made friends right away and never went to the well only. My childhood has changed completely to become an obsession of waiting for your arrival. His mother saw that we were madly in love, but as two children were very good, never worried too much. With the first kiss awakened the desire to discover other unexpected feelings that made us feel so happy and so united. We swore eternal love until death do us part. We caught 16 and Hurricane Flora and most of the residents of the place we took refuge in the church and were fortunately days when my girlfriend-girlfriend came to spend a season to replace her mother in the care of his brother. Every time I kept seeing for a few weeks, came more beautiful, more and more irresistibly attractive woman. It was getting pretty woman soon and I still was still a teenager. Camagüey was an odor, color and young love.

'I'm determined to give myself to you,' she said very low while waiting for the cyclone sitting on the floor of the church because these heaters can not stand that we take.

- Are you sure? What if you were pregnant? I do not care, I do not want us to be separated again without breaking the nicest thing about me: my virginity. It's yours, because I love you as I have decided. It left me speechless. She had taken the initiative knowingly and cold, I just tried while we were lavishing caresses increasingly heavy and wet, but she always stopped me at the time of greatest danger. No doubt our love as a teenager had made a woman responsible for their actions, while I was just thinking with my hormones. My neurons always yielded to the touch of your skin and the soft smell of cologne. -But first we must go to the well to speak with our invisible friend told me smiling after placing a soft kiss on my lips, I want you to know before we do. - Are not you afraid? - Why? If I give myself to you, I have nothing to fear. My spirit belongs to you and why not my body. I know I will always remember me and I'll always remember you. No matter how and when this love story ends . If I remember a story and immortalize in this love so beautiful, everything was worth it.

We were so happy! 'Be careful what you do, and you piss sweet and you can impregnate-grandfather warned me that surprised me spellbound as I watched out the window at the square, his mother has placed its trust in me to leave with us, but sometimes I think she would like to marry you. I do not know, but anyway, do not make me look bad. -Not worry, Grandpa, I'm not going to make look bad, and you have to put up for me. I got up early thinking about it. He left the room he rented his mother my grandfather looking for me in the dining room. I was hiding behind the counter, while some guests and regular customers were already having breakfast sitting on the sidewalks of the long counter. -Migdalia, are not you going to eat breakfast before you go to the hospital? Asked my grandfather behind the counter, sit down, I'll make coffee with milk and bread and butter. -Sunday, where is your grandson? She asked annoyed face. -I think it must be still asleep. Do you want to be awake? -Do not bother, I'll see you when you return, responded by trying to draw a fake smile.

I bent over the desk to the door and turned on my aunt's room to get right behind the sidewalk where she was. I covered my eyes with my hands and gently caresses. I knew it was you, you feel it when you come to me. Back to lunch, this afternoon we are going to the well to tell our friend. Tonight you come to my room after everyone has gone to sleep, you I'll be waiting, 'he whispered squeezing my hand tightly. I went and stood on the sidewalk to wait for her to finish her breakfast and look at the source. My heart was pounding and a great happiness came over me. He came and gave me a quick kiss to avoid being seen and gave me a mischievous smile and a coffee-flavored milk and butter on the lips. I followed her with his eyes and caught me with her sweet smile that left me each time to verify that veered followed her with my eyes. He disappeared behind the huge door. I can not deny that I was very nervous, was the first time a girl become a woman and nothing is more absurd and useless than advice given at the wrong time. I showered at six and tried soaping my parts well hidden smell delicious. I went to my aunt's room and threw me across the pommel of cologne, so I started that I burned my ass and head of the penis, things of inexperienced and the amount of alcohol that the bastards factory colony put into the formula. I could not eat and my grandfather very much surprised. The experienced man smell sensitivity grandfather warned protector.

'Something you up today, behind the counter told me while I hid as best he could. 'Nothing happens, grandfather. -If you're going to tune today, take care of yourself and use this, I countered as I threw it in his pocket a packet of nylon much like a condom. She came in very light through the wide door with a beautiful smile that only love can draw on the face of a young virgin who has already chosen the man who makes woman. He came over and squeezed my hand and large eyes denounced his desire guarded by a full day of care to their sick brother. It was getting dark in the square and the fountain was filled with multicolored lights. 'Come to the source a while to entertain a little this irresistible desire I have to taste your skin I said very close to your ear while she shuddered at the touch of my lips to his ear. No answer, but gave me a halon that I pulled off the sidewalk. We bent the rim of the fountain as we watched the match four jets in the center on the top plate. - How I wish I have you, 'I love you too. Tonight I'll make woman replied as a tear ran down her pink cheek.

I knocked gently on the wood of the door gave way. I closed with the latch on the inside. The full moon coming through the tall, narrow window. I could see her neck covered up with a blanket. I went and gave him a soft kiss on the and fleshy lips. He opened his mouth to betray his warm tongue. A soft smell of cologne out from under the sheet. I squeezed into it. 'Come, make me yours, whispered in my ear and took off the sheet revealing her naked body. As I walked the chest and abdomen with my tongue, I was pulling all the floor stripping. She opened her legs and a clear beam of light allowed me to see her pink vagina surrounded by a thick bush of hair, pulled me and I felt myself falling the rim. My whole body was introduced and I did nothing to stop the fall. The cold and crystalline water cooled my naked body. It was all submerged and could not breathe and she smiled and took my hand to descend together into a beautiful and bright light attracted us from the depth of the well. Milton M. Martinez.

Kenner, October 2006.