No Words, No Tears._Who Could Guess?_Oh no it’s Friday!_Bifurcations
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No Words, No Tears.
"It's been what? Fifteen years. Yeah.""What is or was? I no too sabi this English thing.""What made me me.""Ahhh. This one you're making sense of today. What happened Kay?""I never talked about my twin right?""Yeah. I didn't want to probe. It was like you wanted the past to remain where it was. Although, I did want to know." Mide says a bit thoughtful."Well... Here we go.""I'm the different one in the family. (Some people may replace the different with ugly if you get the gist.)"Mide knows better than to interrupt but he still does."What! Mide screams. You've got to be kidding me. Or did you d...
Who Could Guess?
Jake Anderson was a life-of-the-party guy, he thought. A never-say-die guy. A push-it-to-the-limit guy. Someone who would tell you something from across a fairly crowded room, even if, or especially if, you didn't want to know what he was about to announce. He had another questionable habit, and you may have guessed, that annoyed many: He frequently finished sentences begun by others. And almost always louder than was needed.“As I was telling Nancy Begonia the other day,” began Lucy Smith, for example, at a recent gathering that included Anderson, “she...“I know,” he interrupted. “You should ...
Oh no it’s Friday!
“Are you coming tonight?” Jess asks as he rolls down his “Pearl Arctic white” Baleno, his tattooed arm perched up on the steering wheel. He carries an easy “I don’t care” attitude which makes me wonder if he really expects an answer. “Of course” I reply casually. I am about to lean in to kiss him goodbye when Mohena walks in. Well practically jumps in. She claims she has the hottest gossip around the campus and just like that sweeps me into a nearby coffee shop because I must know the details. I give Jess an apologetic nod before hurrying after her. He gives a little shrug and disappears behin...
Bifurcations
They went for breakfast after everyone else on campus had finished lunch. Michael got there first. He liked the Hilltop Café after 2pm. It was quiet without being deserted. A gentle din of silverware and languid chatter. The more empty seats there were, the easier it was to breathewww.onedoor.cc. His eyes no longer followed his own feet.Michael reached the breakfast bar and grabbed a bowl. He wondered if people could tell that he’d only just rolled out of bed. Probably they weren’t looking at him in the first place, Michael reminded himself. It was an old paranoia he was in the process of trying to shake o...