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Weekly Contest #341
As I park the car, I can see the garden full of weeds probably at the height of the knee. I walk to the door. The paint broken, frail chips of faint color barely holding on the old wood. The shimmering, glass rhombus in the middle of the door indicates that my folks are at home; my mother and brother, to be more precise. My father just passed away. I’m here for the funeral. If I would ever return voluntarily to this derelict, it would be for a chat with my dad. I ‘ve missed him all those years, living far away, following my dreams, building ...
Vilma sits on the toilet and closes her eyes as the urine leaves her body, relieving a painful stretch in her bladder. She is going to hear about it. Employees on the fourth floor are notorious for their endurance in holding their excrements for several hours. She has failed this test several times the last two weeks. She exhales; part relieved, part filled with resentment and self-loathing. Being the secretary of the CEO of a multinational company requires special skills, albeit diminishing of human nature to absolute nihility. Her new coll...
She has agreed to meet me. The meeting point is a local coffee shop, close to her house. I’m not supposed to know where she lives, but I have been stalking her ever since we broke up.I sit at the edge of my sit, in front of my drink, waiting for her to show up. A voice in my head repeats itself that she is going to stand me up. Suddenly, the door opens and, along with the cold air, she appears. Strong, tall, beautiful. Her hair is longer. Her nose is red, probably because of the cold weather. I lose my words. I’m happy, thrilled, excited. Ye...
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