Grinning Grettel
Last time I saw Grettel she was craving for some magenta pills. She used to swallow them real slowly when she felt like losing the path; her eyes flooded with tears and became colored like dark bricks. That was eight or maybe ten years ago, when Grettel and I wore funny hats and she whistle to complete strangers in exchange for a grin, a grimace or a glass of gin.
Now I heard she has grown a new nasty habit: she walks through dark streets letting a few pills shining in the corners, and when a curious vagrant passes by she shoots him. All that is left in the scene is the glowing pill and an incipient trace of magnesium dust. So if one wants to find Grettel these days, one should begin for the dark corners of big cities, London, Madrid or München. Maybe the magenta pills will take us to Grettel like breadcrumbs in the woods; but, in the meanwhile, one cannot help thinking, who or what would take Grettel back to her path? But in the end, once she finds it, would she follow?
© Text Juan Pablo Mojica