We never walk hand-in-hand, we are zombies in a hypnotic routine. It steals our dreams, it ruins our agenda. Performing ordinary tasks in a non-future vacuum. I always read the previous day’s papers, picked up in the trash. No problem, life has no hurry. Yesterday things still exist today. What is left is my dirty finger-paint, leaving fingerprints on the water. I need to shave. I need a new face. Our shoulders touched, so embarrassing. I looked into her eyes but I did not see me reflected there. What a saw were her first wrinkles. Embarrassing. I need to get out of here. As soon as now. It is so tight that it does not fit anymore. Our straightjacket love.
Cristina Bresser is a Brazilian writer who is fluent in English, Spanish and French. She graduated from Universidade Federal with a degree in Graphic Design and went on to study Creative Writing at University of Edinburgh in 2016. She has two published books: Torre de Papel (Paper Tower) a short stories anthology released in 2015 and Quase tudo é risível (Almost Everything is Laughable) a 155 pages novel published in November 2016. Find more of her stuff at www.cristinabresser.com.br