THE LOTTERY

Once upon a december...
We were in the famous at that moment pub called "President" speaking with that awful man. Shaven and tatooed in both of his huge arms, he had a blood-freezing look. He said: "Today is your time" pointing to the youngest of us.
Elena had only spent three weeks with us and it was the first time she won "the lottery". She was a blonde, thin and small girl with a very slim and long neck. She used to wear a white rabbit fur coat and long white high-heel boots.
She was so scared that her arms and hands started trembling although she was trying to mantain them stable. He caught her arm sharply and puched her out to the street.
Hardly had two minuts passed the woman's voice screamed predicting the tragedy. Everybody ran out and in the middle of the crowed I could recognize the white Elena's boot on the snow. I jumped in that direction, but one only thing I could see was the white, overly white snow. People were pushed me and suddenly I realized I were in front of the enormous fir tree. I tried to go arround it and I stopped terrorified.
There was the treathening red rose of blood blossoming on the little white tummy lied peacefully on the virgin snow...

En un diciembre borroso...Estábamos en el entonces famoso  pub conocido como "Presidente" hablando con ese hombre horrible. Afeitado y tatuado en sus dos enormes brazos, tenía una mirada que congelaba la sangre y de repente dijo: "Hoy te toca a ti" señalando a la más joven entre nosotras. Elena sólo llevaba tres semanas con nosotras y era la primera vez que ganaba "la lotería". Era una rubia delgada y pequeña con un cuello muy largo y fino. Solia llevar un abrigo blanco de piel de conejo y botas largas blancas de tacón alto. Estaba tan asustada que los brazos y las manos le empezaron a temblar por mucho que intentaba parecer calmada. Él la cogió con fuerza del brazo y la arrastro a la calle.
Apenas pasaron dos minutos cuando un grito de mujer predijo la tragedia. Todo el mundo salió corriendo y en el medio de muchedumbre pude reconocer la bota de Elena en el blanco de la nieve. Salté en aquella dirección, pero lo único que pude ver era la nieve, la demasiado blanca nieve. La gente me empujaba y de repente me vi ante el enorme abeto. Intente rodearlo y ahi me quede aterrorizada.
Allí estaba el horrible rojo de la sangre floreciendo sobre un pequeño blanco vientre pacificamente tumbado en la nieve virgen....