Short stories for short trips

Today I finally went to Granada. I was not supposed to, I am confined to my town on the outskirts of Granada, as you know.


But I had to see my mother, I hadn't seen her in three weeks and I was very sad about it.

I was happy to spend the morning with her. I don't know whether or not she was glad to see me. She complains all the time about these difficult times and says that she is always alone. This is really terrible, because she is not alone for a minute!

I took the tramway and my book of short stories.