A Quг‰ Volver. Marгќa Dolores Pradera «INSTANT – 2025»

A young boy kicked a ball past her. "Looking for someone, señora?" "A ghost, perhaps," she whispered.

She realized then that Julián wasn't waiting at the fountain; he had likely moved on, just as the town had. The San Lorenzo she loved lived only in her memory, and by returning, she was only staining that memory with the reality of decay. A QUГ‰ VOLVER. MARГЌA DOLORES PRADERA

Elena didn't go to the house mentioned in the letter. She didn't seek out old friends. She turned back toward the station. As the train pulled away, she looked out the window at the receding silhouette of the church tower. She felt a strange lightness in her chest. A young boy kicked a ball past her