Andrea nunca imaginó que su primer viaje a la capital sería en aquellas circunstancias, siempre quiso visitar a su prima para conocer la capital Caracas, la ciudad que nunca duerme.
Había tenido que salir de imprevisto de su pequeño pueblo para encontrarse con su prima que al día siguiente debía emprender un viaje a otro país.
Mientras se acercaba a su destino recordó todas las vacaciones que su prima la visitaba en el pueblo, ella por su parte siempre postergó pasar unos días con su prima en la ciudad.
Se bajó nerviosa en aquel terminal lleno de gente, mucha gente, aquello la incomodaba, y ma aún que ya había comenzado a oscurecer.
Trato de darse ánimos, al fin y al cabo solo debía hacer una simple llamada para avisarle a su prima que ya estaba en el terminal; fue justo en ese instante que se apagaron todas las luces del terminal y también de la cuidad, se produjo un apagón general debido a una falla eléctrica.
Su corazón comenzó a latir con fuerza y se apresuro a sacar el celular del bolso, lo había colocado en el bolsillo interno, pero, ¡no estaba!.
Un frío recorrió su espalda, le habían robado el celular, ahora no tenía como llamar a su prima, casi se desmaya al darse cuenta que no se sabía de memoria el número de teléfono de su prima y además estaba sola, de noche y sin luz en una cuidad enorme que no conocía.
No pudo contener el llanto, no tenía forma de comunicarse con su prima, volvió a revisar su bolso y recordó que había escrito un pequeño directorio con números de teléfonos en una hoja de papel, entre ellos el número de su prima, y allí estaba, esa simple hoja de papel como un salvavidas en medio del mar.
Respiró profundo, y a su lado pudo ver a dos chicas que se veían tan asustadas como ella, vio que en sus manos llevaban unos bolsos de dónde sobresalían unas revistas muy conocidas por la distribución especial que hacen con las mismas, esto le inspiro confianza pues había hablado muchas veces con quiénes las distribuyen en su pueblo, ella cruzaron miradas y se animó a contarles su situación, de inmediato le respondieron que les diera el número para llamar a su prima.
Nunca antes, un trozo de papel y unas revistas cobraron tanta importancia en su vida.
Está es mi participación en el concurso de escritura creativa del 2 de octubre de 2021, ¿Quién? ¿Cómo? ¿Por qué?.
Andrea never imagined that her first trip to the capital would be under such circumstances, she had always wanted to visit her cousin to see the capital Caracas, the city that never sleeps.
She had had to leave her small town unexpectedly to meet her cousin, who had to leave the next day to travel to another country.
As she approached her destination, she remembered all the vacations that her cousin had visited her in the village, but she had always postponed spending a few days with her cousin in the city.
She got off nervously in that terminal full of people, a lot of people, that made her uncomfortable, and even more so since it had already started to get dark.
She tried to cheer herself up, after all she only had to make a simple phone call to let her cousin know that she was already at the terminal; it was just at that moment that all the lights went out in the terminal and also in the city, there was a general blackout due to an electrical failure.
Her heart began to pound and she hurried to take her cell phone out of her purse, she had put it in her inside pocket, but it was gone!
A cold chill ran down her back, her cell phone had been stolen, now she had no way to call her cousin, she almost fainted when she realized that she didn't know her cousin's phone number by heart and besides she was alone, at night and without light in a huge city she didn't know.
She could not hold back the tears, she had no way to communicate with her cousin, she went back to check her purse and remembered that she had written a small directory with phone numbers on a piece of paper, among them her cousin's number, and there it was, that simple piece of paper like a life preserver in the middle of the sea.
She took a deep breath, and next to her she could see two girls who looked as scared as she was, she saw that in their hands they were carrying some bags from which stood out some magazines well known for the special distribution they do with them, this inspired her confidence because she had spoken many times with those who distribute them in her town, she crossed glances and was encouraged to tell them her situation, they immediately answered her to give them the number to call her cousin.
Never before had a piece of paper and a few magazines become so important in her life.
This is my entry for the creative writing contest on October 2, 2021, Who? How? Why?
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