The third edition of the Radio Lanzarote - Onda Cero short story contest already has winners. "Infiltrados", by Mei Morán, has won the first prize, consisting of a dinner for two at the La Tegala restaurant by Germán Blanco, in Mácher. The second prize went to José Aldeguer, with his story "Memoria", who will receive a spa voucher for two people at the Costa Calero Thalassotherapy Center, in Puerto Calero. Finally, the third prize went to "La voz", by Inés Francisco. In this case, she will obtain a gift basket from the Equivalenza perfumery, in the Arrecife Shopping Center, which can be for men, women or children.
Along with the three winners, seven other stories were among the ten finalists and close to winning the prize. La Voz de Lanzarote, which throughout the summer has been publishing the more than 150 stories that have participated in this contest, is now reprinting the winning and finalist stories.
FIRST PRIZE
Title: Infiltrados
Author: Mei Morán
I wasn't feeling very well, the hangover had me besieged. I had several orange juices and two aspirins. I had put on the radio to have company. But I discovered some voices, which came from the living room. They seemed very real. Relaxed on the sofa in the living room, the group I had been listening to on the program naturally argued. The characters they were interviewing began to move as they pleased in the dining room, as did the kids from the soda commercials. Scared, I turned off the receiver. The traffic of people ceased, but I could never kick out those who had taken a seat from the house again.
SECOND PRIZE
Title: Memory
Author: José Aldeguer
I hear footsteps in the street and I don't dare to go out. I don't hear gunshots, but I don't know if they're coming for me. I listen to the radio and they don't say anything, they don't talk about the war; there is no trace of alarm in their voice. I start to tremble with fear and helplessness. A little girl with a sweet look and a tender smile looks at me from the end of the hall and I start to cry. She comes running towards me and hugs me, wrapping her little arms around me. "Don't worry, grandpa, don't worry," she says to me, "On the radio now they only play nice things."
THIRD PRIZE
Title: The Voice
Author: Inés Francisco
She had always lived according to the established rules, a linear existence, without passions or surprises, which engendered enormous voids, but which made her appear the sanest among mortals; now, however, she swore she had gone crazy: ...she thought of stopping, but she didn't want to listen to reason, just feel, let magic guide her... what if the spell was broken when she saw him?, his voice held her captive, she had to see him, put a face to him, she had been listening to his program on the radio for a year;...crossing the door of the station a presage in the form of a shiver ran through her body...
FINALISTS
Title: 97.
Author: Paula González Guillén
She turned on the radio, a little more tired each day, with more difficulty each day. She let that station liven up the afternoon, while she settled into the kitchen chair, a little harder each day. She didn't remember when the last time her children had remembered her. "It's not me, it's time, which makes me forget things a little more each day," she repeated to herself a little less convinced each day, as she closed her eyelids, a little heavier each day, until she fell asleep. A little more asleep each day.
Title: Waves of Happiness
Author: Nuria Lucía Ortiz Tornero
There were ninety minutes left until the program started. She quickened her pace, she wanted to get home soon, take a shower, have dinner and in the dark in her room, lying down, listen to him, imagine him... Blessed boring day that she tuned into the station and listened to him. Her life changed, her nights changed and two hours a week she escaped from her loneliness and her sorrows. One day she dared to call but when she was put live on the air, she couldn't say a word and he was left saying: yes? Who's there? Can you hear me? Her days are still all the same, the nights twice a week are not.
Title: Music in tragedy
Author: Inés Francisco
I hung up the phone and floated to the bathroom, it was very hot and the blouse refused to leave me; naked at last, and as today the news was in my life, I tuned the radio in search of music, I turned the volume up to the max, I opened the shower and millions of drops of water fell like a torrent on my face; I began to hum first, then a timid chest note, and with the chorus came the scream: I vomited all the pain out of my mouth.
Title: Any given day
Author: Rosa Delgado Abreut
That morning Martín woke up encouraged by the smell of coffee. He was surprised, he hadn't heard the tinkle of the spoons in the kitchen. He brought the clock to his ear and it didn't emit the usual tick-tock. Surprised, he turned on the radio on the bedside table and there was no sound. Desolate, he called his cat and didn't hear his voice. He opened the window desperately, and shouted and shouted. Silence. He only saw the terrified faces that watched him from the street. He knelt down and caressed his cat tenderly.
Title: Wasn't it him?
Author: Mario M. Relaño
The curtains of the great London theater opened and a large wooden apparatus, large and with two buttons on the sides, was placed in the center of the stage. Guillermo Marconi enthusiastically presented his "wireless telegraphy", on which he had been working for so long.
Upon leaving the premises and in an oversight, two people who were waiting for him lifted him by the armpits. The next day, Tesla and Popov appeared in the newspapers as the true inventors of the radio. Marconi was never heard to reply.
Title: Tuning
Author: Cristina Domínguez Peyronnet
Tomás decided on meals, television channels, car, apartment, neighborhood, María's clothes and the length of her hair. The only thing she felt as her own was the radio, which he allowed her to keep as a redoubt of her exanimate will. The night she burned dinner, Tomás kidnapped the machine and took it with him, after changing the frequency, to the bathroom, to the rhythm of tango. She followed him to the end, entered, squeezed her true companion between her hands and reunited with Tomás in the bathtub, two irreconcilables and a short circuit.
Title: The date
Author: Reyes Pintado Villa
He crossed the door of the bar taking off the hat that covered eyes, hair and ideas. He looked around looking for something familiar, went to the furthest place and waited. Aznavour was heard on the radio. Someone approached and the heart beat fast, the fingers tightened with nerves, the butterflies bloomed in the stomach, he managed to resist. Minutes of conversation passed and the ideas were out in the open, he needed that object that was part of his person. He put on his hat, sighed. They kissed passionately. They crossed the door of the bar and together, they got lost humming the music of that radio.
