The battle

Sea in the background, birds which don´t stop its tweet, cold wind in the face... and the hoover. I open my eyes and turn up the tablet volume as if could be closer to the sea. I put my head out of the window and notice the neighbour going to the garden with the mobile. He never speaks with anyone, not even with his family when they meet at the yard, just whines sometimes either as an affirmative or negative expression. He lights up a cigarette and sits down.

I gaze nearer to my room. Over the outside window ledge, there is a bee fighting to keep away from the net it´s caught. I´ve been seeing that net for weeks, getting longer but without making out its housekeeper. I can´t reach it to take it off, so I decided that, as it´s not bothering me, I don´t need to make it disappear, is her house.

The bee is twisting, tangling up, and then stops. It´s bending in a position I don´t think it´s common in insects like her. For a while, I think it´s shaking, crying due to her fatal destiny, and I want to help, but don´t know how. I think is the wind that is moving its already dead body.

I hear some gunshots and screams that can cut your eardrums. I look confused at my tablet, it´s not an advert, my sea is still waving. I pay more attention to the next shots. It´s a videogame. The neighbour is sitting drinking coffee and smoking while pushing the screen excited, a screen that sometimes gets splashed by blood.

Finally, I meet the net´s housekeeper. Not big, I think I´ve seen her around but I couldn´t think about her living in that mansion. She has already covered the bee, it´s going to be her next hours feast. The wind is shaking the net and the spider moves her to a safe place. The deads, the ones from the videogame, continue happening.

Apparently, her kitchen is under my window. I see her getting in but has some problems to do the same with the award, seems too big. I can identify her legs working hard. She has introduced half of its body. The head is still outside, dark spots which I can hardly look away, even when I would have got her away if was inside of my room, probably with a similar end.

My neighbour screams happily, think is the result of a great dead amount. He has turned it off and, with the eyes on the mobile, come back to his house. The mug and the lighter are abandoned in the table.

The spider propels the bee inside of her home. I look the net again, it doesn´t seem as anything had happened.

I switch off the tablet. There´s no more sea to feel close.