The Final Countdown_BLOOM_The Blow Off Letter_Not a Normal Crime
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The Final Countdown
He stared at the screen for what seemed like an eternity before he reverted his attention to the blank paper laying on the table. Now what! Jilt wondered. Where should I start? He tapped his ballpoint pen on the table while counting from one to zero to cawww.onedoor.cclm the anger that was about to erupt again.He squeezed the pen, and threw it against the wall. "Damn!" he muttered under his breathe.He buried his head on the palms of his hands, feeling helpless and hopeless. As he pondered how his life had become a big joke, he heard the familiar 'meow' sound. It sounded distant; lacking the energy he'd been...
BLOOM
"Enter the womb The canal to life Touch the flesh That will never mesh with you.View the unknown Smell the aroma of beginnings Enhance the lighting Of these dark days".I read this every morning with hot tea, a slice of lemon, and a half stick of cinnamon. Then I start my bath with a squeeze of vanilla and aloe under the rush of hot water from my unique and vintage faucet. I tiptoe across the bubbles making sure I carefully embrace the heat towards my body. I am alone. Fairly lonely. Nothing more than the rain to keep me company right now. Even with a crack in my window, the breeze is slow to c...
The Blow Off Letter
The Blow Off LetterThis happened many years ago before the age of cellphones, pagers, and even online dating. I believe I was about 21 years old at this time. The answering machines, if you had one, worked off of a tiny cassette tape. I knew this girl, Deanna, in high school. She was much too pretty and exotic to be interested in me, let alone even know that I even existed. She was tall, of Spanish descent and had long flowing black hair, a beautiful smile, and the sexiest voice you can imagine. Oh her voice, it was just the right amount of raspy that you might hear from a blues singer. I woul...
Not a Normal Crime
It was a normal Tuesday morning in 1977、 But it made the rest of my life abnormal. I and my junior, Kajal, had a little time before our duty would start. So that day we went to a small tea shop. There was a middle-aged woman sitting right in front of me. She drank her tea while staring at me. I felt weird about her stares but I tried to not let her bother me. I switched places with Kajal and sat on the outer side of the bench but her stares didn't stop even then. At that time elections were right on our heads and we, the police, had to serve longer duties. It wasn't a violent election, like t...