The Beloved. A microfiction. Fox Tales WK#39

Dear friends, today I leave my entry for Fox Tales, which arrives at its thirty-ninth week. I hadn't participated for a while for different reasons (and this time I'm almost at the limit), even though it's a contest I like very much. @vermillionfox is doing a great job with this contest and we can also use her illustrations to accompany our entries.
I leave the bases for those who dare to participate. I recommend them as a creative experience.
I am grateful.

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Illustration by @vermillionfox.

The Beloved

True, I was looking curiously at the girl on the other side of the room. The hotel was almost deserted. Some employees and I, behind the counter, were attending to a group of old people who were sleeping in the armchairs, and, as I was bored, I noticed the girl. I felt like dangerous, mysterious? Perhaps both, with her gaze a little lost, and the scrambled mane of a wild beauty, as can be a bush... and in these thoughts I entertained myself, pretending to be busy behind the counter when her voice startled me, because I had not felt her approach. "Excuse me," she said (her voice somewhat childish), "I want to keep a valuable object in a safe. I pointed out the rules of custody of values of the hotel and did not ask questions (I do not think he listened to me), only took out of his bag a cylindrical and heavy package. I told him to fill out the form and offered him a pen. Then I saw him: his hand began to tremble and his face, until a moment ago absent, tensed in a rictus of crying... but he didn't cry. I offered to fill out the form and I haven't been able to stop seeing it since. His treasure was a handful of ashes, a small urn carved in bronze, "You will always be loved," the inscription said... She hasn't come back and I'm afraid she won't. A year has passed. I don't decide to notify the administration of the abandonment, as it should. Something in my soul hurts every time I think about it... I pick up my mane... it has gone wild... Next week I will, for sure... "Who knows, maybe she'll come back," I think, and I feel cold.

Gracias por la compañía. Bienvenidos siempre.

En mi país hay tortura, desapariciones, ajusticiamientos, violaciones masivas de derechos humanos.¡Libertad para mi país!

Soy miembro de @EquipocardumenSoy miembro de @TalentClub

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