Colext/Macondo
Cantina virtual de los COLombianos en el EXTerior
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As HERNANDO lay dying in his bed, death's agony was
suddenly pushed aside as he smelled the aroma of his favorite
homemade chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom,
and with intense concentration, supported himself down the stairs,
gripping the railing with both hands.
In labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gasping and
gazing wide-eyed into the kitchen.
There, spread out upon cooking papers on the kitchen table were
literally HUNDREDS of his favorite chocolate chip cookies!
Was it heaven?
Or, was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife,
seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, HERNANDO threw himself toward
the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture, one hand on the
edge of the table.
HERNANDO's aged and withered hand quiveringly made its
way to a cookie near the edge of the table; feeling the warm soft
dough actually made the pain of his bones subside for a moment.
His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was
already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life.
What, then, was this sudden stinging that caused his hand to recoil?
He looked to see his wife, still holding the spatula she had just
used to smack his hand.
"Stay out of those!" she said, "they're for the funeral."
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