Hi all.
This morning I had one of those awakenings where unexpectedly good, one is with a smile from ear to ear.
will see ...
On 17/11/2008, I participated in the "First Prize microstories FISHING CLUB", but I did like so much else at that time: in a few minutes and directly in the form that had enabled on the blog. I mean, writing both the title and the pseudonym, appeared in a plisf-Plasfan and was forgotten, or rather, to the waiting room. The point is that he believed "and would notify us who the winner ..."
It was like the other day, speaking with the friend who had passed me I heard that bases had already missed the contest ... and finally won one that did not appear on the blog to leave your details and collect the prize. After several days, I remembered (by golly ...) and I came today just to see if it had located the micro-stories written and compiled for publication in my blog.
That is how I learned that the last day January 19, 2010, was published on failure awarded first prize consisting of "A book VALUED AT € 30 and an uninvited tapas and drinks. The place for the awards will be fishing Club Triana, Seville. Yet I have not been notified of the date because I just appear ... hehe .
Things that happen ... I hope it never happens to me a prize with an expiration date or the appearance of another to grab ... have been worse, lol. will be taken note of where one leaves his trail ...
I'm very happy, because although the prize is not large, it is never easy to win and not what I expected. A book and tapas in Triana, fiestecilla addition to the award ceremony, well worth it. And will notify you if you want to stop by.
Many kisses and good ... I leave you with the microstories guilty of this joy ... and the link where you can see the publication of this notice.
By the way ... my nickname was Ciesne-Ciesne , which is what my people call the fine and continuous rain. How appropriate for today ... uh ...
Story Winner "I FISHING CLUB AWARD microstories "
Illustration: Collage of Peter Holder - Venezuela
Cal
had no eyes. I watched from a place without a past. Void. Two white holes can not say everything to be said. I stirred in bed. cornered the sheet. The pillow soaked with fear. There were following. No way in your future or quietism. your brothers eye appeared holes. meow and a chorus of sounds were shaped eyes. You walked away and I dared to look for on your pose. Last night I discovered that walked back as no cat can.
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