Twelve
A short story
Karen Alvares
Copyright © 2014 by Karen Alvares
All rights reserved
Alvares, Karen.
Twelve, Karen Alvares. – 1st ed.
Translation by
Felipe Alvares
Review by
Lucivânia Façanha França
Melissa de Sá
Diagramming by
Karen Alvares
Melissa de Sá
Design and art by
Cassio W. Cañete
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. It's forbidden the total or partial reproduction by any existing means or that may be created in the future without prior written consent of the author.
First published in Brazil, 2013.
First ebook edition January 2014.
For more content, please visit author’s website at:
www.papelepalavras.wordpress.com
To my twelve friends: Felipe, Carlinhos, Marilda, Karla, Cassio, Sansão, Lucy, Mel, Lany, Nivia, Vânia e Flabiana.
Twelve
Twelve marks in the calendar.
Twelve water drops in the glass.
Twelve tears drops.
Twelve minutes to midnight.
Twelve. Twelve. Twelve.
She used to count everything. The days. The months. The seconds. Even her breathing was made in a twelve in twelve out interval. Every single day, at noon, she made twelve pushups. Her week wouldn't be complete without tidying her closet in twelve neat piles of clothing, each one with twelve items: twelve coats, twelve skirts, twelve shirts, twelve shoes.
Twelve was in everything.
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Twelve
HorrorTwelve was the number. Twelve was everywhere. It was more than an obsession: it was the reason of her life. In joy and sorrow. In life and death.
