Tam.
Tam.
Tam.
His steps were the only thing that sounded in the middle of the night. The crickets were lazy but ready to make their usual sound.
Crick.
Crick.
Crick.
Far away, a house. The door was open, although it only let a few light leave the room. Inside, an old couple. An old couple sitting in chairs. They were quiet.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
The floor sounded like broken. The old man, with his neck injured, talking with the air. The old woman’s sight, lost, looked for his husband’s words.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Now, somebody’s knocking the door. The old woman, busy. The old man, hearing, goes there.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Three shots.
Pequeño experimento en inglés hecho en las aburridas clases de Gallego. De paso me reconcilio con el blog 
