The Other

Francisco Martínez
2 min readDec 4, 2023

I had slept well that night. I got up after the alarm clock didn’t stop hammering my ears. My wife had risen early and was no longer at home. I ate breakfast and went outside and instead of heading to the garage, my legs didn’t obey me. They began to move in the opposite direction and at great speed. They stopped dead in their tracks at a bus stop. I wanted to go back, but my legs were standing there, not moving an inch. I get to the bus and they put me on it. The driver expected me to pay for the ticket. I said I wanted to get off. However my legs were nailed to the floor of the bus. In the end I had to pay the ticket. After three…

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