Detective story (English version)

(This is a rush translation. The version may not be in its final form.)

I looked for him because he was a former writer of detective novels.

I had been raped. Inside my home. I had offered dinner for ten friends and had been drunk enough to stop half-lucid on a divan

He was a retired lawyer now, he invited me to dinner. He asked a lot about each of them.

- Intellectuals. Everyone, "he said after a sip of wine.

He looked rather discouraged.

At last, he told me to go home, take a shower, and look for a police station.

"I will not take the case."

"But there was a crime."

- Yeah, there's a crime. The whole world is a crime.

- I want an investigation.

"But I guess that's not the real puzzle," he said, rolling up the pasta.

- What you mean? I was irritated.

"I think you have a hidden question you have not yet figured out.

I tried to concentrate. That was perfectly logical. I needed to go to the bathroom.

*

How could he know? She thought as she passed the dark lipstick. All her life she had wanted to rewrite the narratives, to erase the descriptions they had made of her. The world was more complicated. She had never really felt comfortable with the identity they had given her.

She returned.

He poured more wine into his glass.

"What about the investigation?" she tried to be cold.

"But I'm investigating." Where is it? There is somewhere for something unplanned. Do you like science fiction? He asked.

- I like. A Frenchman ... What's the name? It is about two space travelers, on a mission to a distant planet they are swallowed by a marine machine.

"And your friends." What do you think of that?

"They've always been rather snobbish." I think I'm the introvert type.

- As?

Jung. The type who thinks more about connecting ideas than about objective facts. And how to create objective conditions for such subjectivities to emerge?

"Your friends want to kill you then."

She drops the glass.

- Who was? Who?

- It was the creators. The managers of the freeze. They created the process of elucidating the mystery. They want to turn you into a detective, the search for identity. Fatal.

- But ... what disappeared?

- I'm looking, too. The real?

He asked her for a taxi.

They said goodbye.

"When you go to the police station, talk about your friend André Fais.

Afonso Jr. Ferreira de Lima, 2017

https://afonsojunior.blogspot.com/2017/08/romance-policial.html