Relato Corto Blog Fiction



The vibrations and sounds didn’t allow him to think while a sheet of metal passed over his head. Frank saw hair fall over his shoulders. Years of patient growth were destroyed in an instant.

The barber continued shaving Frank’s head. Leaving him with that common youth silhouette. Neither of them realized the change that was about to take place. Frank’s body began to adjust, finding a new balance without the help of a tool.

It didn’t seem like a problem when he left the barber shop, Frank looked at the world with slightly different eyes and the memory of his youth returned. What are they up to? he wondered while thinking of his old friends.

The veil of night covered the streets of the city. Frank’s car traveled fast, eagerly waiting for the view on his wife’s face.

Upon arrival, Frank ran inside to find an empty house. After a moment, Linda━the babysitter they’ve worked with for a couple of years━came out of the kitchen in her usual red short skirt, black long stockings and white shirt tied at waist.

“Sir,” Linda said, “the boys haven’t come yet.”

Frank looked at the young woman and found her intoxicatingly attractive. “What are you doing here?”

“Your wife asked me to babysit,” Linda said.

“Give me a second,” Frank said, and walked away while looking at his phone.

After checking his messages, Frank came back and noticed that Linda had disappeared. He continued searching until he found her leaning against the kitchen island.

“The kids aren’t coming…” Frank said, and he saw Linda biting her lip, “but we could do something. That way you’ll make some money for the night.”

Linda turned around, the movement lifting her short skirt. “Could you help me out?”

“Of course,” Frank said, finding himself staring at Linda’s skin.

“I just need to reach…” she said, reaching for a high shelf.

Frank took advantage of the circumstance━not measuring the risk of what he was doing━and grabbed Linda by the waist to help her up.

Linda was surprised by the ease with which he lifted her, almost forgetting what she wanted to reach. When she caught her breath, she grabbed a box of cereal before being put down. “Thank you,” she said, turned and hugged the box. “You are strong.”

“You’ve become a very attractive woman,” Frank said, stepping back and looking at Linda from head to toe.

Linda blushed and looked down. “You’re not that bad.”

Frank caught a glint in Linda’s eyes. “You are so beautiful.”

Linda looked into his eyes and then slowly closed them.

Frank noticed the red on Linda’s lips and moved closer to her. He closed his eyes once their lips were together. The kiss left them motionless, enjoying the tingling that ran through their bodies. Then he moved away from her, unsure of what had just happened. They looked into each other’s eyes. Until Frank kissed her again.

His passionate kisses crashed the cereal box between them. Before long, Frank’s hands were all over Linda’s body. Slowly caress every inch of her, taking her shirt over her head before tossing it away.

Frank grabbed Linda and carried her to the kitchen island. After sitting her down, he reached for her panties and pulled them down.

Linda raised up her skirt and watched him pull down his pants. Then felt Frank’s hands on her hips.

Frank approached her slowly. Enjoying every inch of Linda’s warmth. Uncontrollably lost in the idea of feeling an unreachable woman. His body was transported to a strange place. The sensations continued to hold him hostage and his breathing was heavy, but everything changed.

When Frank opened his eyes he was laying on his bed, immediately he reached up and grabbed his long hair. Then he turned and saw his wife sleeping next to him and got up to wash himself.

About the author

Sebastián Iturralde

Writer of enigmatic tales, weaving captivating narratives that provoke thought and stir the imagination. Unveiling the depths of human experience through words.


Relato Corto Blog Fiction

About Author

Sebastián Iturralde

Writer of enigmatic tales, weaving captivating narratives that provoke thought and stir the imagination. Unveiling the depths of human experience through words.