The friend of my father that I was daft out one day to hunt.
He went to a field where he always went and got his shotgun.
was fat, his mouth and stuck to the inside and a straw hat.
The last time I saw him was when I was in my father's red truck.
He was with the straw hat, a plaid shirt and a enterito.
Then when I started the truck looked back as his figure was going away.
I understood why he did not look back. No waved or anything.
He stood with his legs apart, touching his cheek.
Then he went hunting on a Wednesday no one was working.
My father said he was a danger he hunts alone. It
he saw something moving among the bushes and fired and felt a scream.
then ran behind the bushes and there was a black man lying on the floor, shaking.
The black sweat a lot and had his blue shirt covered in blood.
The friend of my father was looking for a while. I did not understand what happened. But he was not quite right.
The black screaming asking for help. A cry that mingled with white teeth, full lips, brown eyes, sweat and a lot of blood.
The friend of my father looked at him trembling tongue with every scream, and then looked at his blood, and realized he did not feel anything right.
It started to get dizzy, had nausea until he vomited. Vomited
above blue shirt full of black blood. And vomited again, and finally spit until her mouth was fairly dry.
deep breath through your mouth. I was sweating a lot too.
knees, looked up at the sun that covered the whole scene, and dazzled him. Supported
fat sweaty hands on the grass, then passed them by its lack of gray hair, leaving it covered with dirt, weeds and grass and some ant.
The cry of black was quitting to become a groan and then a sob.
my father's friend did not know what to do. He stopped trying to balance. I was still dizzy. Then he took off his shirt and put it over the dying man and began to mourn. And started asking to please not die, but black was dying, and the friend of my father, with their big eyes bulging, did not know what to do.
cried and cried loudly, it made the situation uncontrollable.
decided it best to leave the place and forget everything.
And among the major weeds and bushes started walking, looking back every so often, and wiping her tears and runny nose with a handkerchief in the pocket of his jeans.
And he went away, until the dying out of sight.
then found a tree that was a little shade and pulled to rest.
