Short Stories

Entró en el elevador y trató de acomodar sus cosas. Sus brazos cargados con su portafolio de bocetos, haciendo malabares con los tres tubos de planos buscando una posición más cómoda para que no se le cayera nada. Echó una mirada a las paredes de cristal grabado del elevador, las cuales le devolvieron su imagen con los cabellos del frente todos alborotados. Resopló con fuerza hacia arriba para tratar de acomodarlos pero pareció que eso los dejó peor. Justo cuando las puertas del elevador empezaban a cerrarse una mano las interceptó para evitarlo

Stepping into the elevator, she began to adjust her load. Arms laden with her sketch portfolio, she juggled the three architectural tubes into a more comfortable position without dropping a thing. Glancing at the elevator walls, the etched mirror showed her blonde bangs were awry. Puffing upward with a full breath, she only seemed to be doing more damage. Then, just as the elevator doors were beginning to close, a hand reached inward to stop them.

The theater was full. The hum of conversation was heavy on Talia’s ears as she searched for her seat. Her heavy brunette hair swung freely as she strode into the crowded room. Checking her ticket stub once again and looking at the row numbers, she moved forward toward the down stair ramp of the main seating area. Rotten luck to be late, her anger simmered as she recalled the phone conversation a few hours earlier.