A short story
Rusty Mirror
A story by
Mohamed El banna
Concluding her phone call, she said:
"I and my husband will wait for you at the cafe opposite to your work place."
" How could I know you?" He asked .
"Don't worry, you will do once you see us."
After finishing his work he entered the cafe, once he saw them he was completely astonished; the resemblance between his features and those of the husband was extremely amazing.
"At last we have found you after years of searching." she said quickly.
"May I ask why , My lady?"
The way he spoke with was full of curiosity more than astonishment.
"My husband is an aseptic , you know , that means not having a baby ever."
She was trembling , her eyes flooded with tears,
"I adore my husband and my dream is to have a baby looks like him."
Silence spread over the place for a while ,
She thought her dream is going to be caught .
He wasn't tempted by her generous offer or her tears either.
Contrary, he laughed with his full mouth before he pended and wishpered some little words in her ears....
"My only child doasn't look like me."
The End
النص باللغة العربية لأستاذنا القاص والناقد الكبير محمد البنا
مرايا صدئة
اختتمت حديثها عبر الهاتف
- سأنتظرك أنا وزوجي في المقهى المواجه لمكان عملك
- كيف سأعرفكما ؟
- لا تقلق.. ستعرفنا لحظة أن ترانا
أنهى عمله، دخل المقهى، أدهشه التشابه الشديد بين ملامحه وملامح زوجها !
بادرته قائلة
- أخيرًا عثرنا عليك، بعد بحثٍ دام لسنوات
- لم يا سيدتي ؟
- زوجي عقيم وأنا اعشقه، وأرغبُ في إنجاب طفلٍ يُشبهه
لم يُغره عرضها السخي، ضحك حتى بدت نواجذه، مال عليها هامسًا
- طفلي الوحيد ..لا يشبهني.
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