“A big explosion takes place. Window’s shards rain on the sidewalk. I bet you can guess. Yes, it was my apartment. Second floor. I hurry up the stairs. The door has been ripped of the hinges. The whole place is upside down. Something is burning. Shit, it’s my bedroom! The smoke is spreading really fast, and so does the fire.
Kitchen. I grab a small piece of cloth, throw it on the stuck – and full of water – sink and put it around my nose and mouth. Rush inside the room. Hell! It’s hot in here! On the shelf, partially in flames, there’s a metal box. The one thing I went here to get. Damn, it stings!
Another detonation shakes the building again. My living room is gone! There’s no way out! Unless I…”
A heavy metal safe hits the concrete on the street. A small man comes right after the safe, through the same broken window, landing in an unbalanced way. The rain chills out the box and Jackie opens it up. From the inside, he draws a small 9mm semi-automatic pistol, fake passports, casings, a few thousand dollars, a handful of photos and, at last, he picks up a fragile necklace and puts it around his neck.
Not far from there, a firetruck approaches really fast. Jackie is gone when it arrives. The fire destroyed everything.
To be continued..
emocionante!
Uhu, pelo visto Daydream tá humilhando esse outro!
”Rush inside the room. Hell! It’s hot in here!”
você tbm intercala as vozes do narrador e fazendo uso do discurso direto livre. no qual você exprime os pensamentos do personagem, sem as formalidades como as aspas, fazendo-os parecer algo diretamente ligado aos fatos e não ao pensamento do personagem. estilo vidas secas isso.