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Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)

  It’s a hell of a ride, kid… Let me tell you that! The old man hit the wooden counter with his empty glass, making his intentions clear. The place wasn’t what you’d call fancy, but it had a soul, and the beer was cheap. Not the kind of bar where the hip hung out,…… Continue reading Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)

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Your loss…

  When the wolf started howling, I knew I was in trouble. You had been standing there for a while, wrapped in an uneasy cloak of silence. Still, not smiling nor frowning. It wasn’t the animal’s wails that worried me, but the darkness of your gaze. Your eyes, pitch black, making it impossible to discern…… Continue reading Your loss…

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Winter tryst…

  Please don’t stand me up…  The whispered words floated out of her pink lips, wrapped in cotton candy-like fog. The air was crisp, but the coldness didn’t affect her. It was the doubt that made her hands shake uncontrolably. She twisted and bended her fingers through her thick mittens, watching the sun going down…… Continue reading Winter tryst…

Blogging · Fiction · stories · Travel

Home.

  Home is a strange concept for me. Most people need to return to their house to feel ”home”. Most people have a place where they feel grounded. I never had roots, I don’t feel any attachment to a certain place. I often got sorry looks when I tried to explain my rootlessness. I don’t…… Continue reading Home.

Blogging · Fiction · stories · Travel

In between…

  A constant hum, the steady and subtle vibration rocks me in some kind of half-sleepiness… Not quite awake, yet not knocked down by the long hours spent getting ready for this, I float in between waters. I wish counsciousness would go for a walk down the aisle, and give me a much needed break.…… Continue reading In between…

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Us…

  How could I ever translate my love for you into words? It didn’t even exist before we met…   I thought I had known love when our eyes first engaged in this mysterious tango, in the middle of the crowd. I thought I had felt it many times… But it was all just silliness.…… Continue reading Us…

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The hermit – part 9

  She counted the tablets one more time. Aligned on the kitchen table, she knew she had enough, but she didn’t want to need them to stop suffering. With labor’s day long weekend, most of her neighbours were away, gone to celebrate life with their families. The building was unusually quiet. No one would notice…… Continue reading The hermit – part 9