Past_All the Colourful Umbrellas_Gastown_My Beliefs, my Fears
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1、933、 It was summer and a vast swamp could be seen through the window of that lousy train, running under the vapor of the heat in sublimation that only showed a few and wobbly profiles of trees and bushes lost among crocodiles and birds flying in the distant horizon, as infinite as it would be. -Take it! – an old-witched woman, wearing a large hat. I took the branch and put it in my luggage In the passengers vehicle, there was a young reddish haired lady in a brown dress and shoes, sitting by the dusty window with an opened newspaper which headings were saying that : “ a dangerous p...
All the Colourful Umbrellas
I remember a summer of many years ago when I was barely old enough that the world seemed so vast. I was on an inflatable mattress in the water. The sun was hitting me hard on the back, but children don’t mind these things. I remember it as if it were important. I was engrossed, leaning slightly off the mattress to look at the azure of the water, through it, at the rocks and the weird plants in it. The sand underneath seemed so far away that I felt both excitement and fear. My arm splashed in the water, which was fresh and cold in the sun. My dad and my uncle werewww.onedoor.cc swimming about me talking abou...
Gastown
It’s nearly midnight, and he’s still there, the old man with the ugly pit bull. I noticed he’d set up camp under the awning by the corner store a few weeks ago, pushing a rickety Costco trolley filled to the brim with plastic bags and a flat, yellow-stained mattress. The dog was leashed to the handlebar. He’s lucky, I thought. That’s a good spot, normally occupied by the large woman who was always slumped over like a pile of dirty laundry. Once, I offered her my green juice from the organic food store across the street. She said she didn’t like how bitter it was and next time can she please ha...
My Beliefs, my Fears
Everyone was asleep. Except me of course. A guest in the house, and I couldn’t sleep after a turbulent trip to the city. I was feeling sleepy, perhaps more than anyone else in this house, but I dared not sleep. Again and again, I opened my eyes and closed them back not just because I couldn’t figure out anything in the dark room, but also because I was being too necessarily nectophobic. Anybody in my shoes would be, given the mysteriously blatant noise that kept breaking into my eardrum. As if that was not enough, the booming was accompanied by a weird voice goading me to end my lif...