Dog walks A table in an almost empty room, next to it, a chair, in the table just a recorder. On the room´s right corner a wretched door. The knob of the door twist slowly, doubtfully. Some seconds pass until the door is open. Enters Releh helped by his shoulder, his moves are odd, as if some parts of his body had taken independence from it, living under their own rules, based in repetition or sometimes convulsions of a move. His keys fall onto the ground but he is too tired to pick them now, so he just take a sit next to the table and breathes. He can´t avoid looking at the recorder, which seems to infect him bit by bit with a hard feeling. Releh tries to catch the recorder but stops the intention as fast as it started, then in an act of determination searches into his pocket extracting a coin which shall act as his judge. After the necessary struggle, throws the coin, and as its result, proceed into his following resolution. The coin falls on the table as the recording begins. RELEH Martha, it´s me Releh, I´m sorry you have to hear from me like this, but god knows I am doing my best. . It´s not me anymore. I know I have no right to leave, no right but. How are the kids, how do they bear it, tell Tom to take care of Anne, she is so fond of him Martha, make sure he will be to her what I would be no more, make, make sure of that. He sighs, as a new set of moves take control of his left arm. If you could just see what I have become, no monster was so fair revealed. I can´t barely talk, I´m losing my sight, every day I live closer and closer to black, and my hair withers so fastGrabs his left arm and puts in firmly in the table, although it only remains there for a little. MY HANDS ARE SHOUTHING ME SO LOUD that my soul is about to escape. 1
How could I remain there when I cannot see you, if I cannot feel you, and knowing that the scars that I am leaving in you are the ones of my own deformity. . Remember Augie, the dog we have when we first moved in together. While checking his clothes Jesus, I think I still have parts of him on me. I loved that dog… we were so young and he got too old, one day he just wasn´t there anymore, he decided to get a walk by his own. Remember what you say to me that time “he just want to spare us the grief of having to watch, so, let he be that he was” . Let me be that I was Martha. My pack. . I love you.
End of the recording.
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