Saludos, amigos escritores, me ha gustado la propuesta de Hive account@freewritehouse, la cual puedes leer aquí.

Cuenta una historia con las siguientes expresiones: Ensalada de repollo, café de cebada, cuatro monedas antiguas.

Era una tarde de esas donde pareciera que todo se detiene, no se movía ni una hoja y las rosas estáticas solo anunciaban pereza.
Estaba realmente defraudada, sin musa para escribir, sabía que esa era su fortaleza, no aprendió a hacer empanadas ni vender torrejas, se ganaba la vida escribiendo historias diversas que le pagaban y le alcanzaba para llevar algo a la mesa.

Ese día solo tenía una ensalada de repollo, la odiaba, ella que se jactaba de no sentir ese sentimiento, y en sus ratos libres dictaba talleres de autoayuda, había desarrollado un rechazo a ese plato soso y aburrido, que se empeñaba en ser el anfitrión de sus almuerzos.

Su amiga Hive account@lilianajimenez a veces la consolaba, pero con un toque de ironía, le recordaba los siete kilos que había perdido, gracias a su ingesta. Unos pensamientos negativos la abrumaron y se le ocurrió que esa tarde, cuando viniera a verla y comenzara con su cantaleta, le serviría un café de cebada, ella tan amante de la cafeína y que despotrica de todos esos brebajes inventados por la gente, se tomaría un poco de su propia medicina, a ver si la empatía se le desborda y le apoya en sus lamentos.

De pronto se sintió animada, se sorprendió de su propia risa, prendió su computadora para entrar a la página donde escribía, pero antes revisó su correo y se encontró con uno de su amiga Hive account@lisfabian, donde le avisaba que había ganado la rifa de una caja de huevos de codorniz.

Qué fortuna eso era como tener cuatro monedas antiguas de las más elogiadas por los coleccionistas. No todo era negativo, tendría para completar el repollo y quizá hasta hacerse una hamburguesa.

Gracias por tu amable lectura.

Todo mi contenido es original
He usado el traductor DeepL
Imagen tomada con mi teléfono Redmi9t.

Greetings, writer friends, I liked Hive account@freewritehouse's proposal, which you can read here.

Tell me a story with the following expressions: Cabbage salad, barley coffee, four old coins.

It was one of those afternoons where everything seemed to stop, not a leaf was moving and the static roses only announced laziness.
She was really disappointed, without a muse to write, she knew that this was her strength, she did not learn to make empanadas or sell torrejas, she earned her living writing different stories that paid her and was enough to bring something to the table.

That day she only had a cabbage salad, she hated it, she who boasted of not feeling that feeling, and in her spare time she gave self-help workshops, had developed a rejection of that bland and boring dish, which insisted on being the host of her lunches.

Her friend Hive account@lilianajimenez sometimes consoled her, but with a touch of irony, she reminded her of the seven kilos she had lost, thanks to her intake. Some negative thoughts overwhelmed her and it occurred to her that that afternoon, when he came to see her and started with his rant, she would serve him a barley coffee, she so caffeine lover and who rants about all those concoctions invented by people, she would take a little of her own medicine, to see if empathy would overflow and support him in his laments.

Suddenly she felt encouraged, she was surprised by her own laughter, she turned on her computer to enter the page where she was writing, but first she checked her email and found one from her friend Hive account@lisfabian, where she told her that she had won the raffle for a box of quail eggs.

What a fortune that was like having four old coins of the most praised by collectors. Not everything was negative, he would have enough to complete the cabbage and maybe even make himself a hamburger.