“I'm collapsing with so much...! UFF! What would my father say, if I unburden everything I'm carrying inside?”

“Shut up! Don't even think of swearing!”

“But don't you see how they treat us!”

“Yes, but there's nothing to be gained by violence and shouting. Lower your head, and don't look them in the eye.”

“They are wolves, aren't they?”

“No! They are even worse! They are evil, clothed with authority, and licensed to kill us.”

He did not have time to lower his head when a clumsy blow grazed his side. Instead of an insult, he let out a slight groan, as he leaned to the opposite side.

"Don't look at me if you want to live!”

His friend's words became relevant at that instant. Acting prudently was not cowardice. The logic of nature prevailed, and like a defeated dog, he showed his belly. Only in his case, it was skillfully feigned, in the background, the flame of fury lay, waiting for the right moment to raze everything in its path, especially the vile oppressor.

Pushing and shoving, those evildoers made their way through the crowd, until they hit a child, who, curious, peeked innocently over the shoulders of his parents. The indignation was so great that a human pack was unleashed, which razed the prey alive. Those evildoers, fallen in their self-inflicted misfortunes, were unrecognizable. Someone asked, when Calm returned, “Who did this one? Everyone answered, without raising their heads, and an intense gleam in their eyes. No one in particular, perhaps the mob in search of justice. On the other side, a child opened his eyes, to the joy of his parents.

Thanks for reading me. I hope this short story is to your liking. I would very much like to read your comments in this regard to enrich myself with your criticism.

—¡Estoy que colapso con tanta…! ¡UFF! ¿Qué diría mi padre, si desahogo todo lo que llevo por dentro?

—¡Cállate! ¡Ni se te ocurra soltar una palabrota!

—Pero, ¡no ves cómo nos tratan!

—Sí, pero nada ganamos con la violencia, y con los gritos. Baja la cabeza, y no los mires a los ojos.

—¡Acaso, ellos son lobos!

—¡No! ¡Son peores aun! Son malvados, revestidos de autoridad, y con licencia para matarnos.

Él no tuvo tiempo de bajar la cabeza, cuando un porrazo torpe, le rozo el costado. En vez de una injuria, soltó un quejido leve, mientras se ladeó al lado contrario.

—¡No me mires, si quieres vivir!

Las palabras de su amigo, cobraron relevancia en ese instante. Actuar con prudencia, no era cobardía. La lógica de la naturaleza se impuso, y como perro vencido, mostró la panza. Solo que en su caso, era hábilmente fingida, en el fondo, la llama de la furia yacía, esperando el momento preciso, para arrasar todo a su paso, en especial, al vil opresor.

A empujones, aquellos malvados se abrían paso entre la multitud, hasta que golpearon a un niño, que curioso, se asomó con inocencia por encima de los hombros de sus padres. Fue tanta la indignación, que se desató una jauría humana, que arrasó a las presas vivas. Aquellos malvados, caídos en sus propias desgracias auto infringidas, quedaron irreconocibles. Alguien pregunto al regresar la calma ¿Quién hizo este? Todos contestaron, sin levantar la cabeza, y un intenso brillo en los ojos. Nadie en particular, quizás la turba en busca de justicia. Al otro lado, un niño abría los ojos, para la alegría de sus padres.

Gracias por leerme. Espero que esta micro-ficción sea de su agrado. Me gustaría mucho leer sus comentarios al respecto para enriquecerme con sus críticas.