Colas de pescado de la motocicleta de Hannah en el pavimento mojado antes de que ella se caiga. Eso es todo.
Cuando era niña, a Hannah le encantaba la sensación de engañar a la parca. Trepó por el flaco árbol de hoja perenne detrás de su casa, tan alto como pudo, hasta que pudo sentir la muerte esperando atraparla si se caía. Ella se aferró a su vida y besó el árbol, saboreando el sabor a pino de la savia. El miedo y la alegría fueron uno. Ella estaba viva.
Su piel sobre el pavimento, la muerte corriendo hacia ella en forma de una camioneta con chirridos, Hannah lo siente de nuevo; alegría, savia de pino, brazos esperando.
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