Siete minutos by Ismael Camacho Arango (the little red hen read aloud TXT) 📖

above us while feeling her vagina through her pants. She was wet. It had to be all the drugs she had taken or she needed a massage before Armageddon.
“Eureka,” Chucho said.
Fifi opened my zip as I licked the duchess’ clitoris and thunder rumbled through the world.
“Eureka,” Chucho said.
“We must keep calm,” the presenter said. “Most of the victims have happened because of the general panic. It doesn’t look good in New York, where the skyscrapers have disappeared under the fog. We don’t know the number of ships and planes involved in accidents as confusion reigns on earth.”
I heard the guests talking amongst themselves.
“Are we running away from New York?” someone said.
“They’re right. It’s boring.”
“It must be the high rents.”
“Homer is a genius. First he shows us lights, and now he frightens us.”
“Where did you buy that record?”
“Do you have a novel by Wells?”
Then the presenter spoke again. “You must lie somewhere safe when we say the words: we only have seven minutes. Attention!”
“Ahhh,” My duchess said.
“Open your legs,” I said.
“The general has won,” Homer said.
He pushed inside Fifi, who sucked my cock and I licked my duchess vagina. I hoped to achieve a climax at the same time as the end of the world.
“We have some more news,” the presenter interrupted. “The planet Mercury has exploded. We’ll see the results of the explosion very soon.”
“Eureka,” Chucho said.
“I like you,” I said.
“Do you want it faster?” Homer asked.
“Yes,” Fifi said.
Homer’s powers of deceit had made us blind to the real events around us.
“We have seven minutes,” the presenter said. “Attention. We have seven minutes!!”
I wondered what else would happen now, while the sky acquired a red tinge in the most beautiful spectacle on earth.
“We have six minutes,” the presenter said.
Thunder rumbled about us, the waves lifting the boat up and down. Homer had organised the best party I had ever had for the apocalypse.
“Attention,” the radio interrupted. “We have four minutes.”
“Ahhhh,” Homer said.
I thought it would be a day to remember, if we didn’t dissolve in zillions of atoms in a few moments.
“We have three minutes,” the radio said.
I reached my climax as my duchess ejaculated in my mouth, Fifi cried her love for Homer, and everything went dark..
Prologue
Homer awakes in another land, as a moon with spots of different colours shines in the sky. Sitting up on the floor, he thinks it must be his shop by the market amidst his night terrors. Jose appears, holding a toy truck in his hands.
“Has the world finished?” Homer asks.
“It might have done,” Jose says.
“Tell me more.”
Jose moves closer to him, his freckles visible in the moonlight.
“The tree of life protected you from death,” he says.
“Where is Kam?”
“You left her in the jungle.”
“That was years ago.”
“Time doesn’t exist here.”
Homer thinks of the day Uncle Hugh appeared in the middle of lunch amidst the debris of his life and the end of time. On moving through the darkness, he finds some papers and other things on the floor. He reads Miguel’s description of the end of time inside the yacht.
“Where is everyone?” Homer asks.
“They’ve gone,” Jose says.
Civilisation has ended leaving him with his night terrors. Homer crouches inside one of the huts, covering himself with some rugs he finds on the floor. He can’t understand where he is or what he has to do in this land of shadows.
“It started with the dark sun,” he says.
Sitting by his side, Jose runs his truck along the floor.
“It might have done.”
Then everything falls into place as Homer remembers floating in his mother’s womb and the death of a nation. The child born under the dark sun has completed his life cycle. The Indians, the boats, the widows and the manuscripts make sense. Jose must have been the child of his lust. As the wind gathers force and the trees move under the hurricane, Uncle Hugh appears in the darkness.
“I’m never late,” he says.
Homer goes back in time to the backyard while the sun careers through the sky in its journey to Armageddon...


SPANISH WORDS
1: El Baratillo: a shop that sells cheap things.
2: Aguardiente: Colombian liquor.
3: Socorro is a woman’s name.
4: Mulato: person of mixed origin.
5: Pandebobo is a kind of bread.
6: Panela is made of sugar cane.
7: Antioqueno is someone from Antioquia, a region in North West Colombia.
8: Morcilla is a kind of sausage. It’s made with the intestines of a pig.
9: Bocadillos: Colombian sweet made with Guava and sugar.
10: Campesinos: country people.
11: Sancocho is a regional chicken soup.
12: Mazato: a drink made with corn.
13: Arepa: pastry made with corn and sometimes cheese.
14: Curuba: tropical fruit.
15: Boyaca is a region of Colombia.


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