The Loss Of A Mother In Law

The last thing I remember is the wind that slaps my face. That and the world around me hurtling gradually becoming less defined contours.

I first, I think. Cast a quick glance behind me, a few inches away from a guy blond and tall as a pole after me. It reminds me a bit 'Stan Laurel.
The blond does not bother me that much, but it is better to be careful, the rest was for years a sample in this kind of racing. But that was before I arrived, of course.

One thing is certain: I'll win this race because I'm younger, faster, and are then I do not have a face like my ass. Cut off the line first and then maybe I will eat a steak tonight as it should.

The blond is trying to overcome, as soon as I get close enough for me for a couple of shots off levarmelo. He did not enter his head to the lanky, there is no place for him in this world. E 'past history and will understand soon, very soon.

The goal is approaching faster and faster. Laurel continues to try, to no avail. Then do the biggest shit of my life, I make a last look at my pursuer. It 's all tense, his face flushed with the effort of the race and shit, I could swear that he is crying. Yes, it is just crying.

So, a few meters from the finish line burst out laughing like a jerk. The blond man with his face flushed, that stupid grin on his mouth and tears in my eyes it looks like Stan Laurel, Stan Laurel after Hardy seems to have slapped, or things like that.
'm an idiot, I can not stop laughing, my race is broken and you take me stomach cramps. And right there, one step away from the end, Stan and dashes forward, porcaputtana me over and finishes.

Suddenly I hear gunshots, or gun or checcazzonesoio. I fall on my knees, then darkness.


Incredible, swiped from Laurel and Hardy.

How did that guy say? "A laugh will bury you." Nothing is more true in my case, especially considering that it is carrying out death sentences in these times. Bastards ...
grant clemency only to the winner.

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Zaurino Flavio, 21, from Puglia. Taught literature at the University of Bari, among other things, an aspiring cartoonist. Random words, delusions, and my drawings on her blog