Short Stories

Pepe Edwards

One of those many nights we spent talking, looking at art books and eating whatever we could find in the refrigerator, we ran into an envelope in one of the books. The envelope was not sealed and had not been mailed. It was just briefly addressed to: “My love – The room on the back …

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The Portrait

From the very beginning it had been a project that, once finished, would have disastrous consequences for her dreams.  But Eniel could not stop herself from doing it as she made the decision to paint the portrait her lover had asked for. Something inside herself had told her that once all the forms had been …

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Blanca

Blanca took her brushes, her box of oil paints, her easel and the canvas she’d prepared two days before. It wasn’t going to be a very big painting, just medium sized, with brilliant colors and a luminous but undefined background. Very early in the morning she carefully tied all her equipment onto the special rack …

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The radio

Josefina dried the tears she could not cry in public, took the package under her arm and made her way slowly back toward her house, walking down the old cobblestone street as the sun fell softly in the twilight of a spring evening. Her sadness enveloped her completely and this time she could not keep …

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The Lookout

It was five in the afternoon when winter had dropped on the city and on our house with its dark gray icy teeth covering the almost leafless trees, roofs, sidewalks, streets, mountains, dog house and all that existed in my world at the time. At age five, at five in the afternoon, at the end …

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The Truth

It would be interesting that once a year, worldwide, we could for one day say exactly what we think and how we feel. The other 364 days we can do it according to social conventions, we will not offend anyone and we will lie without blinking an eye.  Moreover, we will convince our children that …

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The Scam

As a child, of approximately seven, I found a sealed envelope dumped in the street with two coins inside. Certainly the coins were quite old and dark in color, but in excellent condition. The owner of the corner store learned of my discovery and called my name one day when I was sent to the …

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Abandonment

The midday sun beat down on the thirsty willows that leaned toward the riverbank. Summer was relentless and within hours the heat would be unbearable. Not so for the girls who were absolutely unrelated to atmospheric determinism and had worked for hours trying to build a different world around them, which certainly was incomprehensible and above …

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Contact

It came in a dream. The contact, I mean, happened in a dream. I had had dreams of that kind before, but this was definitely something different.  He came dressed in white, and I have to say that white was never a color Ric used, except on rare occasions. He was smiling and playful, as …

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The Lookout

These stories were written in the last fifteen years and in general they are about the theme of intuitions and internal realities that are not always visible, but are undoubtedly true. Truths that push us in a profound and human direction. The old woman shut the door and within minutes she showed up again. Without …

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