Cautious Man

By Oliver Frances

Elegábalo was a cautious man.

He walked looking over his shoulder and never let his cautiousness slip away until he got what he always wished.

Elegábalo was an honest man who always struggled for his dream, working hard to achieve it and never giving up to city lure. In the palm of his right hand was traced his fate, which was unknown to him.

He fulfilled his dream when he built his hand with his own hands and married the rose of the town. But, like the country in which he lived, Elegábalo never thought of the unexpected, and this changed dramatically his fate and then fortune.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Oct 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781301611904

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CAUTIOUS MAN

Oliver Frances

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CAUTIOUS MAN

Published by Marco A Diaz

Edited by Rob Bignell

Cover Art by Natasha Padron

Distributed by XinXii

Copyright 2011 Marco A Diaz

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At noon, the exhausted body got to its last dwelling. Within the terrain, upon which weed had established their realm and straw closed in on the rotten crosses -with the blur lettering of the deceased' name- risen on the graves, would be buried the rustic casket.

An enormous cauldron was the Earth as the great luminous astron star scintillated impetuously. The mourners with their clothes adhered to their skin listened to the prayers said by Father Jesuso, who seemed to be a soul in torment under his cassock. Elegábalo fixed his sight on the remains were inside the pit.

Once it was cast the last shovel over the hollow, the funeral had concluded. The assistants got back to their labour, and the priest and his companion left behind the arch of stone of the cemetery as they strolled down over to the town.

One o' clock.

This land needs new fruits. It is about time you gave them.

I know, father. But I don't want to sow in this ground, the young swarthy man said with a profound determination in his