Fraud and the Samaritan_New year's resolution_Sweeping sun_Battle for a companion in Spring
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Fraud and the Samaritan
He stank. Late June in Virginia, minutes before an afternoon boomer, and the yellowish veil of humidity made everything damp. Dark, clammy rings hung under his arms. The navy oxford’s shoulders and back were also soaked, under the carry-ons’ straps, and splots of mustard and coffee squawked from his breast pocket. His hand-me-down jeans, six inches too small just seven months ago, clung to his chafing legs. And his heels were bleeding from those goddamned Doc Martin’s – comfortable shoes my ass. At least he’d made time to brush his teeth.Fraud blasphemed as he dropped the Samsonites...
New year's resolution
A new year is just around the corner… time to reflect in silent meditation on the past months and conjure up resolutions for the new year. What is a new year’s resolution? A decision to do or not to do something, to accomplish a personal goal or break a habit? Have you ever had luck with keeping up new year´s resolutions in the past? I haven´t, and I don´t think I know anybody who ever stuck to their resolution past a few weeks. Lose weight, exercise more. No more alcohol. That one tends to stick till Valentine's Day, and then: pop goes the champagne. If you ask me, new year´s resolutions are ...
Sweeping sun
The wind bit into Clotie’s ankles as she walked along cigarette corpses and wet leaves. Amidst honking bikes and tired buses, fall clothes and coats swirled into a rustling fog that tamed Montmartre down a little bit. “Elle se decide celle-là ou merde?”, a fringed woman in a masculine suit grunted. Clotie stepped to the side and let the busy insect take the lead into the metro station. A deep sigh burned into Clotie’s neck – she turned around.Purple eyelids closed in despise at her. “Mon pied, mademoiselle.”“Pardon, je-” The woman arranged her faded Hermes scarf around her neck and swept off ...
Battle for a companion in Spring
Battle for a companion in SpringFor over thirty years I lived my life in a what seemed like a vacuum. I had fulfilled my lust from time to time but deep down my spirit was an empty bowl looking for the right person to capture my heart. On several occasions, I had thought that I had found that lasting spirit which would fill that gap, but they were illusions rather than reality. I had several times fooled myself to try and fill the void in my heart. The springtime of my life was slowly fading. My life had been in hibernation for too many years. We as inpiduals have a period in our lives when o...