It had been a year since her
21-year-old son Carlos had been murdered. The murderer, the police said, was
still hiding in the hills. The police continued to look for him.
And then, the murderer appeared at her
door. He was desperate. He was emaciated and his clothes were ragged
and torn. For some reason, she hid him from the police. He explained that he
did not mean to kill her son.
He stayed in the cabin--in Carlos’s
room. When Carlos had died, she had covered the mirror in Carlos’s room with a
black cloth. She would not let the man sleep in Carlos’s bed. She made him
sleep on the floor.
Editor’s note:
“Caught suddenly in an extraordinarily tight spot, the woman’s innate humanity
surfaces.”
About the Author:
“Born 1930 in Buenos Aires, Daniel Mohyano went to live in Cordoba at six,
first with relatives, then in a reformatory. He was provincial correspondent
for the province of La Rioja, on the daily Clarin of Buenos Aires, before going
into self-exile to Madrid. Author of several prize-winning stories, Mr. Moyano
is now at work on a fictional-historical fusion about the many Facundos in
Argentine history. HE Francis, a recognized short story writer, is the talented
translator. Mr. Francis has had four Fulbright fellowships, three to Argentina,
a country with which he has had fourteen years of intimate relationship.”
Short Story International
#14. Sylvia Tankel, Ed. June 1979, pp. 9-22.
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