As every Tuesday, a fire brigade goes up the Glòries Tower (now they call it that) to water the plant that crowns it. It has always been said that it is the work of the Bruixa Avorrida, although it is starting to be commented that it could be a fake news. Luckily, the Tres Bessones have grown up some time ago and incidents in the city have drastically fallen, according to official records. No firefighter complains about the weekly excursion and the most astute place themselves in intermediate positions to enjoy the views. Today it seems it's going to rain, everyone is thinking, when, suddenly, they hear the sound of a broken engine above them. They turn off the hose and look up. They first intuit a broom and then they see her. And the owl. "But hadn't she retired?", one of them shouts at the exact moment a shiny dust falls on them and everything goes dark.
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Illustration: Roser Capdevila
Text: Cristina Martín Valbuena
Title: Whoever loves me, water me
Website: Roser Capdevila