La Momia

La Momia

She held the bath stuff in her arms—the bar of soap, the small towel, the comb. Her slippers were next to her bare feet. She had seen the fat man go into the bathroom, his pink cotton robe covering what it could of his body. He wasn’t coming out. She was tired. All she wanted was to wash off the day’s dirt and grime off of her. The door opened and the fat man started to come out, one foot, two feet, one leg, two legs. Her own feet flew her to the bathroom. “La Momia,” he said. “I see tht we have La Momia still here.” “La Momia? I wonder who is the real mummy around here?” she asked herself.”Is it you. Yes, it has to be you.” She closed the bathroom door quickly. From the kitchen she heard the fat man’s voice talking with the woman making dinner. “ The mummy has nowhere to go.”



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2 Responses to “La Momia”

  1. alex Says:

    nice moment. Very good dialouge

    • beccar Says:

      Alex, You do understand, don’t you, that to call someone La momia is an insult, don’t you? Eugenia, Different Flags  The Story of Ani and Forbidden Love in Argentina Read Eugenia’s blog at Search word: Differentflags,,, differentflags Different Flags, A Novel by Eugenia Renskoff . ISBN: 0877142572. Release Date: 2002

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