Toni Kukoc Mix

A bit of good basketball

The red shirt

Only he should have seen it because the rest of the audience nor blinked, still attentive to the development of the function as if nothing had happened. One scene that had stretched too much did to look him toward the top for a moment, to an empty zone of audience. The appearance was short, barely a red perceptible hint behind one of the columns of one of the boxes, but enough for him could discover it. Stunned by the sight, he remained silent to see that no one reacted. How could it be that he was the only one who had seen it? It is true that there were many shadows that could lead to confusion, and also the maroon curtain did not help, but it was clear that what he had seen was what he had seen. He was not crazy, far from it. Still he remained silent, not wanting to be branded as a lunatic.
The figure, because of some strange reason and despite his perception had been very brief, seemed familiar.
After the vision, and after several minutes in which the seat seemed to burn his bottom, he decided to get up and leave the stalls. Although he apologized, his departure cost him a rebuke by his stunned girlfriend and several admonitory comments from the audience that was seated in the same row and who had no choice but to stand up to facilitate the passing to him.
He went into the hall nervous, not knowing what to do next, with the resentment about what he had seen. The moment of doubt was dispelled as soon as he noticed a sign pointing the direction of the stairs to the top. He followed the indication up the stairs after taking a look at a building evacuation plan. He calculated the height to which he had discovered the figure and assumed it had been in the gallery, so he continued his ascent. He passed the boxes area and went up the stairs until he met a chain that prevented the access. He jumped it without hesitation being about to stumble. He went up a new flight that led to a corridor through which the entries were distributed to the various boxes of the gallery. The corridor was dark, the only dim light was contributed by the emergency lights contained in corrugated and semi-transparent plastic boxes. He walked quietly along the corridor. When he reached the door where he thought he could find his vision, carefully he opened it after insufflating himself some silent encouragement trying to encourage their curiosity. The door opened without noise. The dim light from the stage slowly peered through the gap that was widening. He entered decided.
The box was empty, so he felt relieved. He told himself that should have been mistaken in his view, since he was convinced that this was the place where he had believed to see her. He poked his head into the yard to verify whether it was the correct position. And indeed, his girlfriend was down there, right in the angle at which he expected to find her. So he was not wrong.
Suddenly he felt a cold chill on his back. He did not want to turn, as the panic had seized up him. Neither could say nothing, not even scream, as if the words had frozen in his throat.
Finally he managed to turn his head a little. On the corner of his eye a bright red appeared; it was a sleeve, which was part of a shirt, a shirt wearing an evanescent figure floating and whose feet were disappearing into the ether.
-But... but... -He could not articulate anything because of nervousness-. I know you.
The figure, who seemed to wear a helmet on his head and to grab an old black telephone, drew a smile and said, after accommodating the handset:
-Is that you are the enemy?