Summary: ‘Close to home’ is a short fiction by writer and poet from El Salvador, Roberto Aguilar.
“Antonio, something is following us,” Carlos warned his younger brother.
They could hear it getting closer, they were terrified but they couldn’t stop, being so close to home.
In front of them, the path that would lead them to the safety of their home, a steep and narrow path, without deviations, without lighting of any kind because the vegetation did not let in the moonlight.
They began to run, when suddenly Antonio stumbled and fell to the ground.
“Quick, get up right now!,” Carlos yelled desperately.
It was already too late, a dark silhouette was before them, with eyes red as blood and a putrid smell, probably from the corpses of the disappeared that were mentioned in the news.
Carlos fled leaving his younger brother behind, while Antonio was totally petrified.
But just as it appeared, out of nowhere it disappeared.
He got up confused because he was intact, and although his legs were trembling he managed to get home.
A new terrifying silhouette was waiting for him, it was his mother.
After that experience he didn’t care what happened, he was relieved to see her.
The scolding lasted a few minutes, Antonio was about to enter when his mother said a few words that made his blood run cold.
As he slowly turned around, he felt that life was slipping away from him.
“Where is your brother?”
Cover image by Dmitry Egorov/ Pexels. The copyright of ‘Close to home’ belongs to Roberto Aguilar.