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Special Guest
She had excellent eyes. Pretty and brown, large and garnished with elegant makeup fit like a 14th-century doll. But that was not the point I was trying to make when I said she had excellent eyes. That was an added pidend. What I meant by 'excellence' was her ability. Her ability to find problems even in the busiest of places.Which was what Delilah did, when her eyes came across a face she had seen so long ago, at a party celebrating another anniversary of the company she worked in. Prior to this encounter, she was just walking around the ballroom, chatting with the guest, and drinking expensiv...
SECOND CHANCES BY THE SEA
There was a cool breeze blowing with a hint of rain as Rick made his way down the street towards the cafe. He had his Monday morning breakfasts here. The cafe was right by the sea and Rick enjoyed listening to the waves splash against the rocks while having his morning coffee. He entered and made his way to the counter.Rick ordered his breakfast and then started walking to the booth in the corner where he usually sat. He stopped a few booths before when he noticed something. A woman of about the same age as him was sitting in one of the booths. Her face was half hiddwww.onedoor.ccen behind a book which she...
Delirium
- It was one of those nights. You know, when you are not sure where blinking has taken you… like time after time? For a fragment of time after my eyes opened, (at such an hour there exists no time-count) I felt reluctant to look over the place around me. You stare at me baffled but you are still patient. My vision is blurry but I can distinguish your great red eyes that almost scare me. This is the investigatory glance of our mother. I decide to keep telling you whatever I remember. Short breath.- I woke up thirsty; it happens sometimes because I always forget to have the required amount of w...
Waiting for Who Knows
Ant had always found the bus stop awkward. How could it not be? You stood beside a bench because you were too socially awkward to sit beside the girl in the thick mascara reading a book, while other people walked past not even acknowledging your existence. Like the bus stop was some sort of time-out corner. People in transport, neither hear nor there, a space separate from the rest of the world. The cold wind blew up Ant's legs and ruffled the edges of their shorts. It ruffled the pages of the book on the girl's lap too, nearly taking one completely off. The book was obviously well read. pages...