# Elizabeth (2)

(continuation)

She chose a nationally renowned literary contest, even though she knew the competition was high and heavy. She had, along with the other competitors, the participation under cover of a pseudonym. Quickly a conspiracy theory began to form in his mind, coaxing the fact that the identification was a pseudonym, would not imply that the competitor did not know the members of the jury and pass this information on to them. For a moment he was discouraged, and then he heard the schizophrenic voice telling him that the people who formed a jury were serious.


She sent her original once the contest had opened, and she never consciously remembered that she had. She had done so. - By disregard of conscience, - she would say to herself, trying to keep the flame of the hope of one day having the good fortune of something good to happen to her writing.

Elizabeth made Bushey's trip to London every day on the 8:07 am train. Elizabeth lived in Bushey. She had rented a quarter and a half pounds a month, but it was in the capital that she worked as a hairdresser in the Hair Hairdressers. She had arranged that work through a friend who had indicated it, and it was in the conversations she listened to not only n the part of the clients, but also of the people who along the train journey came and went, who idealized their literary characters, at least part of them. She used the trip that every morning and the end of the day made by train, to write part of the stories or simply to make some notes of reference.

Had spent the night in London. Her friend Susan had had a birthday party and Elizabeth had chosen to stay at her house that night, since the hours when the party was over were no longer appropriate for traveling alone by train. Stories of assaults and assaults were known to train passengers in the night hours and with little movement. She did not want to risk it.

However, since she started work at 9:00 a.m., that day she got up too early. Went to work and saw a day unfolding full of tasks and professional tasks. The routine did not change. He went to lunch at the Gare Restaurant and stopped by the Tram Bookstore to buy a book from the Bulgarian writer Julia Kristeva.

When she left the bookstore, forty-three minutes past sixteen hours, she listened to the incoming call. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out the device. She looked at the number that appeared on the display and did not recognize it, since it was not a number in her address book. She ran her finger across the display and answered the call.

- Good afternoon!
- Good afternoon! They answered on the other end of the line.  - Is it Mrs. Elizabeth White? - They asked.
- Yes it's me! Who speaks?

(to be continued)