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"Flowers" by Jorge Accame

Personally I do not really like the text, but hey, here goes:


I was
Castilian professor at the Ecole Normale and the mid-eighties, in the second year of high school, I took a written test parsing. To return the corrected sheets on one. Students told me that this name was not within the group. The assessment, which had been rejected, was signed by a confused Juan or Jose Flores. I kept within my portfolio.

By the way, on subsequent days in other courses asked: all ignorant of their origin. I reviewed the lists, in vain. No one appeared under that name.

I was not surprised too. A letter was postponed until perhaps circumvented by its owner. Probably abusing my ignorance of the members of each group, someone had signed with a pseudonym in anticipation of the fatal outcome.

By September, I returned to examine the second year. I corrected the work and I found it, I think we expected, "with another sheet signed by Flores. Neither this time had passed.

not carry out further inquiries. Now he was sure belonged to the second A. Flores Have found him a job twice between evaluations of the group confirmed it. I suspected this was the apocryphal name of some prankster who had done two tests. One, signed with his real name for a real concept, the other to be attributed to a shadow-Flores - and it was delivered for the sole purpose of disturbing.

During recess, I mentioned the episode in the buffet of my colleagues. At that time the comment had no effect. You never really hear what the other says, unless the speech is by mere accident that is to say yourself.

When I was about to enter the classroom, I felt I clutched his arm to stop me. It was a preceptor.

She looked nervous.

"Without wanting to," he muttered I heard what he referred to at the bar.

I said to reassure her that he had no importance.

not even tried to listen and began to speak:

There was a long time, second A, a guy who never adopted Castilian Flores. Was willful and studied a lot, but its deficiencies, poor primary school or missing head is prevented le exempted. One evening when I came over here to pay consideration for the fifth or sixth time, he was hit by a truck and died. It was the only subject that still owes forever.

The story was rather melodramatic. However, the precise mix of ambiguity and overlap between those troubled me for several weeks.

That summer, I made the final evaluation in the second A. I searched the flowers and approved without read. The next day I left on the desk of an empty classroom.

I did not hear from my non-existent student. Deliberately threw away a final possible explanation: the intervention of a relative or close friend of the deceased, to submit in school and had pledged to honor posthumously and will symbolically truncated.

For me (and shadow) had a single reality: Flores, this year, was exempted in the art that had fatigued.