Vénancia and Amhed

Vénancia was fed up with her family presenting her with suitors, with her daughter-in-law wanting to drive her out of the house she and her husband had built with the sweat of their brow. Despite the years that had passed she still loved her husband and did not want to replace him no it was not possible and knowing that she could no longer conceive since this accident reminded her that this wound could never heal. To put an end to this suffocating pain that was ravaging her heart, she had to put an end to her life like that, no more pain, no one to point the finger at her about her infertility and waste, no more society unable to defend her against her beautiful family. On this very sunny day Vénancia was leaving her office at their break, the looks of pity and disgust from her female colleagues undeniably repelled her, but that would not be the case for long. - We'll see each other very soon, I'm not going to eat in a restaurant, she pointed out to the receptionist. Or not if all went well thought the young woman. She had left no trace indicating that she was about to do something irreparable even her habit had not changed over the years, she had even continued to wear her wedding ring something that her family n 'didn't appreciate wanting to find him an old man who didn't want to have children. The only point where she had changed was her character which had except become more embittered, distant. - It's noted, said the receptionist without paying too much attention to her. Pocketing her wallet in her venancia suit pants, she wandered here and there avoiding common acquaintances with her husband who was still courting her since his death. She had long thought about how she was going to orchestrate her suicide and not wishing to die in the eyes of people on pain of being rescued, she opted for discretion and therefore drowning. Not being a good swimmer, she will sink easily. Like an automaton, her legs lead her to the ledge where a great river ran along, categorized as the second most powerful river in the world. To look good, she bought herself a little something to eat, a bottle of alcohol and a packet of cigarettes before going down to her future grave, praying that at this hour that no fishing canoes could be lying around. Twice she almost broke either her arm or her leg, she should have taken that as a sign that death did not want her for the moment, her hour not having yet arrived, but no she continued wanting at all taken to do what she came for. Facing this beautiful river shining under the effect of the sun in an almost religious calm if it weren't for the breeze that shook the grass and a few fruit trees that had grown in this place, the sparrows that were humming incessantly. Vénancia placed her packet of food on the floor, uncapped her bottle of beer, greedily took three sips of this drink, which disgusted her while grimacing, but she had to take it for him because it was her favorite drink. . She threw away the full bottle, took the pack of cigarettes she had bought and took out a stick which she carried to her lips with trembling hands. With the same tremor she rummaged in the pockets of her jacket for the lighter that had belonged to her, she gazed at it with a nostalgic air. How many times had he taken it from her to keep her from smoking. How many times it was disputed for him to stop this bad habit. Now she was repeating the same gestures as him, a lump formed in her throat preventing her from breathing, but her determination to put an end to her life pushed her to bring her arm back to her mouth, her hand still trembling, she lit the said cigarette. inhaled this poisonous white smoke. Not being a regular, she coughed violently, but didn't care about her cough, she continued until she finished the whole stem. Inhaling deeply as silent tears hollowed her cheeks Vénancia advanced towards the river, her gaze lost in this expanse of black water. - I have...I have...come my...my a...love Vénancia whispered all trembling as the water now reached her neck. Without struggling she dove letting the water engulf her without resisting finally she was going to join her wife, she will no longer see those looks, will no longer listen to her whispers. As the water began to fill her lungs, her gaze blurred, her body tensed, struggling, wanting to rise to the surface, but she wouldn't. Under this unclear, yellowish water where maybe rusting she will not confirm it and despite her sight more blurred than ever a black spot seemed to approach her while the darkness was now total...