La Voz continues to receive new short stories that will compete in the XII edition of this literary contest. On this occasion, participants must tell a micro-story, real or fictionalized, in which the radio is the protagonist. As in previous editions, the maximum length of the stories must be 100 words, including the title if there is one.
Once again, the Tourist Centers will collaborate with the contest, whose participation period will extend until August 31.
Each author may submit a maximum of five stories, which may be signed with a pseudonym, although they must always indicate a name and contact telephone number. All those who wish to participate can send their stories to concursorelatos@lanzarotemedia.net.
The stories will be read in the "Reading on the Radio" space of Radio Lanzarote (90.7), and published in La Voz de Lanzarote. Both publication and reading will be subject to the availability of space and time of both media.
The decision of the contest, which will be made public in the second half of September, will be made by a jury formed by journalists from Radio Lanzarote-Onda Cero and La Voz de Lanzarote, who will choose three winning stories and seven finalists.
The winner of the first prize will get a dinner for two at the Castillo de San José restaurant, while the second prize is one of the unusual experiences for two people from the Art, Culture and Tourism Centers of the Cabildo de Lanzarote. Finally, the third prize is a meal for two at the Monumento al Campesino restaurant. All prizes are for adults.
And smile...
A metallic voice confirms the text clearly and without errors.
-Send?
-Yes!
He thanked for the umpteenth time for having been born in such a technologically advanced era. His condition has nothing to do, and never better said, with that of yesteryear. He is happy about that.
The emotion overwhelms her for almost a week but it will bear fruit. She counts the days and her hours. The sound of the tick tock makes her despair. Calm down, she repeats.
Monday. It's twelve o'clock. The dial (90.7) gives the time.
He puts aside his book, in Braille, when he hears the title of the first story "And smile".
Smile.
Untitled
They opened after pressing that holocaustic bell. Parquet floors, voluminous lamps and books. The dog was playing with the curtain. From the kitchen, cockroaches stampeded to the sound of the screams of a woman cooking a stew. In the hallway, a young man seemed to be happy. The lights of the house were on. It was daytime and it wasn't cold for November. The gray-haired man, the door ajar, a disheveled bed and that smell. She tried to look through the hole without being seen and felt like crying. The radio alarm clock rang.
Untitled
When the wolves howl at night, the moon holds the dark sky. An old sofa, the radio on, crickets that fuck the silence and sidewalks full of shit. Noises of neighbors who do not stop fornicating in a rickety bed. The neighbor on the third floor who arrives hungry. A young lifeguard and a lost soul who cry out to get rid of feelings.
The night belongs to the wolves, to the girl on the sofa, to the neighbors who fuck without mercy, to the neighbor who fries 2 eggs, to the young man and to some fucking crickets.
Christmas
Night was coming and she was getting nervous looking under the beds of that old house in the middle of nowhere. The green pergola, wrapped in those branches of violet leaves, gave it a certain hippie touch. The birds drove her crazy during the day, while the winter smelled different and the sun was not the same. Still, she savored those summer days that January, generous, used to give her. If it weren't for that radio announcer who was congratulating Christmas at that moment, she would think that summer had arrived. Her favorite season of the year.
Merry Christmas!
My good companion
Good morning, Lanzarote. Lucía listens to the radio, while killing the work routine through her headphones. The announcer always brings a smile to her face, especially when she jokes with her partner Gustavo de Dios. For years, she has been listening to his program. Through their voices, she imagines the island as a dream place. It is the mystery of the radio, with its verses, its songs. They revive her hope. Don't forget: "turn on your radio friends, they will take you to the land of dreams". The radio, your faithful companion.
Untitled,
The important thing was the bicycles. I remember September dawns with the radio and your voice in the background looking for us through that dark and beautiful kuesta at the same time. The sweets you gave us. The smells on Sunday of your stew. The walk to the parked car to say goodbye and the descent to the natural pool. The nights of chinchón with some dozing on the garage sofa. The strength and rebellion until the moment of leaving. I'm going to miss you. Have a good trip Eugenia. Put on your red lipstick, put on your heels and dance, dance as much as you can.
A UFO in Muñique
One hot morning in August 1975, José Machín discovered remains of metallic scrap metal in some sandy areas near his house in Muñique and went to call Radio Lanzarote from the only telephone that existed then in the town, to tell what he had seen during the night:
>
Don José took advantage of the sheets for a small tool room that he was manufacturing and he also told the reporter about that.
Abduction
Everything is true. I woke up at midnight, another neighbor told the announcer. Next to my bed there were two small beings. I wasn't afraid. My body flew towards the window, over the houses in the town and, suddenly, I was already on a metal table. Flashes of light. I closed my eyes. Yes, I have seen them again. What courage! Doña Tomasa puts them to work on the farms very early. She didn't say: I'm embarrassed to call the civil guard because my parents are going to discover that I was with my boyfriend that night. You're not going to tell this on the radio, are you?
On the radio
The announcer was going to conclude his program: A few days ago a man called us from Muñique to tell us that he had seen a UFO. I have been pursuing the truth for a long time, traveling to places after their encounters, interviewing witnesses and analyzing evidence and it is the first time that I have found such reliable news. They should know how fascinating the mystery can be and that they are there even though I... (his voice trembled, hesitating) I have not seen them yet.
Obviously he didn't say that the civil guard forbade him to talk about the matter.
He said goodbye: But, dear listeners, you should know that we are not alone.
Another version
Is this José Machín's house? The reporter asked a woman who was hanging clothes on the line. He's my husband, she replied, but he's not here. Can I ask you some questions? She invited him to sit down and brought fresh water from the cistern. My husband was all afternoon at the Soo bar, as always, explained the woman. He'll be around there if you want to find him. I don't think he saw any flying saucer that night. She laughed. He is very fanciful and always listens to a mystery program on the station. He doesn't let me sleep.
Regret
Don Pascual goes down the slope, slowly, paused... his cane firm and his hat on, he returns from the walk as every afternoon since he returned from Venezuela; he lights his pipe and sitting at his door he waits to see her pass.
The radio sounds softly on the windowsill, permanently on, as a background to his thoughts
There she is with her grandson Doña Manuela!
They greet each other discreetly with a nervous smile and a slight raise of eyebrows, I observe, and without bothering, he tells me that she was his first great love, truncated by opposition from her parents.
Stolen happiness
Bars
Friday at last, the weeks are becoming more and more terribly agonizing, and only
four years, six months and nine days have passed, yes, I count them, to be aware of
where I am paying for old mistakes.
But today is Friday, my favorite day, I wish the hours would pass, and the night would come,
I wait for the count, I long for the horrible sound of the lock.
Finally in my cell alone, I take out my small radio, a great treasure, my medicine,
inheritance from my only friend here, and I stick it to my ear, it starts!
Let's see what song with a message my love has dedicated to me today.
