El Duende Pt 3/3

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The war was over. La Republica had lost. Repression had once again taken control of Spain.

Pedro and Lola hid in a cave far into the woods. They had brought Pedro’s hunting rifle, his father’s shotgun, ammunition and some food. Not much more.

They knew about this cave from before. It was an old abandoned gypsy cave, quite a cosy place under other circumstances. A wooden door in the entrance, and a small window in the earth wall.

Five men came. Two of them had uniforms of the Guardia Civil, the other three seemed to be peasants. They were looking for Pedro and Lola. They were moving up towards the cave, slowly, from tree to tree, from rock to rock. They seemed to know where they were hiding.

A bird flew down from one of the trees, landed in the bushes and disappeared.

Pedro took position at the door, Lola in the window. The men came closer. They loaded their guns.

Don’t shoot yet, whispered Pedro. I want to speak to them. Maybe we can get to some kind of agreement.

Lola held the rifle to her shoulder, looking firmly through the sight. They will not bargain, mi amor. If we surrender we are dead.

The five men kept moving closer, signalling between themselves with their hands.

One of them started screaming. Aaaaaahh! A snake! A snake bit me!

They stopped for a moment. Silence. Only the bitten man’s moans could be heard.

Another man started screaming. Bitten as well.

It’s crawling with snakes!

Lola fired. Hit one of them in the shoulder. The ones still able to fight started shooting, retreating down the way they came from. Pedro could see them moving further down. They seemed to be heading back to town.

Pedro and Lola needed to get out of there fast, they would be back. They got out and ran further into the forest behind the cave. They kept walking up towards the mountains.

That night they slept outside. They had left the food in the cave, and they did not dare to light a fire. They were cold and hungry.

Early in the morning Lola woke up to the sound of Pedro’s voice. From the depths of her dreams, reality slowly came back. A horrible reality she didn’t want.

We need to go.

They kept moving up the forest covered mountains. Walked without pauses, without rest.

At mid day they heard dogs barking. The men had gone to get reinforcements. They were many more now, looking for them.

The dogs were coming closer. They could see them. Behind them they heard men shouting. Pedro and Lola started running. It was difficult in this rough terrain. Spines and branches cut their legs and arms. The dogs were right behind them.

Out of the bushes a rabbit appeared. It ran just in front of the dogs, teasing them. Then it ran off down a dry river lair. The dogs followed. Pedro and Lola climbed up the hill, hid i the bushes. They could see the dogs far below. They were following a deer now, and the men were following the dogs. The rabbit could no longer be seen.

They kept walking up, crossing the high mountains. There were no trees now. The path was steep, and they were tired.

Downwards it was easier, but they were even more visible. All night they walked. In the early morning a man appeared. He had a gun in his hands. For a moment they all froze. Lola held her hand tight around her weapon.

Bonjour! The man said with a friendly smile. Ca va bien?

A French hunter. They were out of Spain.

The man signalled them to follow him. They looked terrible, their clothes were torn. Cuts everywhere. The man knew why they were there, and wanted to help them.

Pedro turned around, looked towards where they had been coming from, as to make sure no one was following. He saw a little man sitting on a stone. A little man with a green hat on his head. The little duende waved, laughing, and jumped down behind the rocks.

A bird flew up and disappeared over the mountains.

https://libcom.org/history/women-spanish-revolution-solidarity

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https://www.britannica.com/event/Spanish-Civil-War

https://lizzieeldridge.wordpress.com/2017/04/14/the-second-spanish-republic-and-the-crucifixion-of-goodness/

Monastery

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Maria, Juan and Guillermo goes to visit an old monastery ruin. It’s mostly fallen down, but some walls still stands.

Imagine the strange lives these women had, said Maria.

Not like yours, that’s for sure, says Guillermo teasing.

Haha, says Maria sarcastically. Funny. You’ve slept with more guys than I have.

That is true, my love, he laughs.

Look! Juan is pointing at the ground.

There is a necklace half buried in the sand underneath the highest wall. Maria picks it up. It looks old.

I wonder who it belonged to. Probably one of the nuns… She looks up. There’s a window far above.

Maybe it fell from there?

Maybe… Said Guillermo.

Dolores and Antonio was standing on the bottom of the road leading up to the monastery, saying goodbye.

Dolores had been forced by her parents to enter the monastery when they found out she’d been seeing a boy in the village. She had been living there for two years now. She hated it. Sor Angustias was always yelling at her, always criticizing. She even hit her some times.

Dolores started walking up the road. There was no time, Sor Angustias would be angry.

Will I see you again? Antonio asked.

Maybe, she said with a smile.

When?

She stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder. She really liked this boy.

Wait for me tonight, when the sun sets. On the other side of the valley. She ran up the road to the monastery. Sor Angustias was already calling her.

Antonio was thrilled. He knew it was a great sin to desire a nun in this way, but he didn’t care. She was the most amazing girl he’d ever met.

They had seen each other on the street lately. He had been watching her, stunned by her beauty. The way she moved. She was no ordinary nun, that’s for sure. She was a star.

Quite a view they must have had. Maria is looking up on the windows high up above her. Even from down here you can see the whole valley. Up there it must have been amazing.

Sor Angustias was looking out on the valley from a monastery window She saw sister Dolores crossing the fields. Where is that no good girl going? A boy was waiting for her on the other side. The pieces fell into place.

Dolores walked up the hill. She held her hand tight around the necklace he gave her. She was in love. She’d forgotten about all her problems, like if she had traveled to another world.

When she came home, Sor Angustias was waiting for her.

Where have you been? She asks.

Just out looking for flowers.

Flowers, eh? So that’s how he pays you.

P-pardon? Says Dolores. She stops.

Sor Angustias stands right behind her. I know where you been. Whore. Her tone darkened on the last word. Disgust.

Sor Angustias pulled Dolores up the stairs to the tower. Dolores screamed for help. The other nuns in the monastery heard her screams, but did nothing.

You see this view? She says. Guess what I’ve seen today. Her nails dig into Dolores’ neck.

Please… You’re hurting me!

I know.

Dolores tried to get loose.

You dare to oppose me? Sor Angustias was used to obedience, and now this slut was fighting back. She could not stand it.

Antonio was crossing the valley on his way home. He heard a scream. He looked up to the monastery. Someone fell from one of the higher windows. He ran. He found Dolores on the ground. Bloody. Broken.

No… No no no…

Tears were falling down his cheeks. She died in his arms. No one in the monastery ever spoke of what had happened.

Maria stands looking at the valley. A deep sadness comes over her. Guillermo sees the tears.

What’s wrong? He asks.

I… I don’t know, she answers. Something horrible happened here.

Juan looks at her. He knows she has her strange things, this girl. He never really gives it much attention.

This is not ours, she says. She digs a hole in the dirt and puts down the necklace. Buries it.

I want to go home.

https://grahamisjustmyname.com/2017/01/07/what-pegman-saw-shahi-qila/

https://ashnfinn.wordpress.com/2016/11/09/verum-sine-mendatio/

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