I have to pull myself together now. Life rarely gives second chances, and when it does, you have to seize it! I am hoping to take advantage of this eleven story descent to the max, which should give me a good… 45 seconds? Maybe a minute? Take your time elevator! I place back my…… Continue reading M – Part Eight
I neatly place the few things doctor Madsen has left on the desk, so that they face the place in the comfortable armchair which I can’t look straight at, still feeling silly for my earlier mistake. I hope I won’t develop a leatherarmchairphobia, but it is clearly not impossible. I’m never going to sit…… Continue reading M – Part Seven
Oh, I am not worried about gentleness right now… I worry about him being TOO gentle. But I am disappointed to know that I will soon leave the clinic, and probably never see doctor Madsen again, unless he finds something wrong in today’s tests… And if I have to choose, I’d rather pay a…… Continue reading M – Part Six
I still have a chance to pull through, since he will undoubtedly have to get out of the office for a few minutes; there is no curtain around the tiny area for the examining table, and I hope to have a little intimacy to change into the hospital gown. I quickly look for paper…… Continue reading M – Part Five
A perplexed pout succeeds the initial look of surprise. After a few seconds, he bursts into a sincere laughter that would surely be contagious if I knew what caused it. What can I have missed in the very succinct order that was given to me…? I got in, I sat down…. Between two chuckles,…… Continue reading M – Part Four
People are really on my case… Andrew first, though he still denies everything about the daisies, and now Sandy. She says some guy has been calling the office just saying “Mathilda?….” and hanging up when she offered to transfer the call. Twice, just two miserable times… Sandy is big on late night serial killer shows.…… Continue reading Stalk her…
Music to my ears… You have no idea. When this lady came accross you on the sidewalk, and recognized you! I can still hear her… “Hello Mathilda…” Mathilda… How angelic. Mathilda, I couldn’t have picked a better name for you, myself. It fits you so well… Rare, romantic, soft, beautiful. My sweet Mathilda. I should…… Continue reading Stalk her…
I’m sure that was Andrew’s idea… It is soooo like him to play mind games with people. Of course everybody said they didn’t do it, but those flowers didn’t just appear on my counter now, did they? Nice pick though… I like daisies. If only Andrew put as much time caring about his job, as…… Continue reading Stalk her…
I wonder if you noticed, when I let my fingers brush against the tip of your curly red hair today, in the subway… Probably not, there were so many people around, I probably could have been bolder, getting away with it. It is a nice neighbourhood you live in, sweetheart. Nice and quiet… Too quiet…… Continue reading Stalk her…
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One morning, I woke up and felt a weird urge to build something. I had no specific construction skills but it didn’t matter. My hands were just itching and there was nothing to be done about it. I found a spot in the woods, planted a sign in the…
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