The Dermatologist_Character Development_Falling Paint_Spring Blossoms
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The Dermatologist
"But you are not yet 50 years old," the receptionist stressed once again with pursed lips. "We have our policies."I kept smiling. "How would you call this colour, please?" I lowered my head so she could see the parting of my hair."Silver, I call it silver." She wouldn't answer, sowww.onedoor.cc I had to do it. I lifted a strand for her. "Your ballet class is called "Silver Swans". I would like to join. I think I do qualify." I waved a 200 EUR note."Let me call Madame." Now the receptionist stretched her lips into something like a smile and tossed her pen on the desk. She swept through the hall and opened th...
Character Development
That was a hell of a way to die. He looked down at the words being typed, his mouth hanging open in awe. Or horror. He couldn’t decide. It’s not like it was his choice anyway. He glared through the computer code at the human so vigorously invested in each letter she typed.“What the hell is your problem,” he yelled in vain. The human didn’t even blink. He knew he couldn’t be seen or heard, but that wasn’t going to stop him. “Not only did you put me in a car crash, but it drove off the road and into the lake? Who the hell is supposed to find me there?!”“You gotta be patient Khmer. It’s a process...
Falling Paint
A grim room, the walls slowly stripping as the paint is falling. The early morning dawning outside the window and the pages kept on a working desk flutter, the paper weight holding them. The bed in the middle of room is unevenly standing, one of its legs is missing. On the bed, a warm blanket holds a cold body. An old man lies in it, dead, who knows for how many hours. My grandfather…But wait, where the hell am I in this room? I am not around, nowhere. I can see everything but I am not here. I can feel my body lying miles away from my first home. I am in another house, a part of me maybe, slee...
Spring Blossoms
The first day of every new season; that’s when I see her. The idea came to me easily because she was one of those rare gems of a human who took delight in the small things like that. Each weather change, wildflower, or falling leaf made her pause in admiration. She knew how to savor those moments and celebrate the beauty of the world around us at every chance. Last time, in December, I left my car and rushed to our spot in the blistering wind, scolding myself for leaving my hat and gloves behind. It was fine though, we made a fire and sipping our hot tea kept us warm enough. Peppermint. Now it...