Platero and I: The Bridge
By HSuys
Do you remember last year, Platero? We were heading off to Señora Jiménez to bring her some deadwood.
We were already halfway across the narrow stone bridge over the Rio Molino when Juan, the warden of the hacienda, came running towards us. He shouted he was in a hurry – he suspected his daughter was meeting her lover Ramon at that same moment. He must have frightened you, Platero, because there was no way to get you moving. You stood there for over two hours.
Juan sends his greetings: “Tell your donkey that thanks to his stubborness I’m a grandfather now.”
Author Notes: Hervé SUYS (°1968 - Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and hasn't stopped yet. He usually writes them hatless and barefooted. Illustration: Thibaut D.
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