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Slice Of Life: Dec 1, 2011
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The three of them were often seen walking in a park. It was always the same walk: in a middle of a wide alley, small gravel underneath their feet, crowns of the trees arched above. A couple walked slowly, holding hands. Another woman walked a few steps behind. Two sisters. One husband. The little hallway is flooded with a bright light. In front of the mirror, a woman in her early thirties is brushing her hair. Sun reflects from it with the sparks of gold. I am almost done! I didn’t see you coming. We did...
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Slice Of Life: Dec 24, 2011
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So, you are the potion maker? The woman sank onto a flimsy chair and got out a long slim cigarette. Suppose, I am. The old man lit his pipe and held out a lighter. She leaned forward to get a light and exposed her blood red lipstick and nail polish. So, you can make a potion for me? She leaned her head back and let the smoke out. Do you have a potion that kills love? Anti-love potion, you mean? Kind of. Yes. Never heard of this one. Why do you need that? Just like woo doo? No I don’t want that. There is ...
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Slice Of Life: Jun 8, 2011
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Warmth of a late spring night; a hint of cool breeze and jasmine in the air; sky of a baby blue. A perfect night to face one’s loneliness. The girl smiles as she holds the man’s hand. They stroll toward the big glass door, her feet barely touching the marble floor of the grand entrance to the symphony hall. He opens the door and lets her in. The girl feels the man’s hand around her shoulder leading her away. They walk through another set of glass door. Do you have a reservation? Is this one fine with you?
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Slice Of Life: Apr 2, 2011
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She wished to wake up in a late morning, lazily stretch, and listen to the sounds, coming from the outside: a dog barking; steps rushing away; a lawnmower running over the grass. To take her time before opening her eyes to the light making its way through the half closed shutters. She wished to feel her lover’s presence next to her, the warmth of his body, the sound of his breath; to move a little bit, just enough for him to respond, to wrap his arm around her, and to draw her even closer to him. She wis...
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Slice Of Life: Aug 5, 2011
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Tall and handsome, a million dollar smile, a boyish spark in warm hazel eyes. What are we going to do now? He barely touches her arm. Would you like something? She asks. Let me see. She opens the fridge. I got wine, beer or maybetea? His eyes stop at a picture on a shelf. The three of them. She is in a simple red dress, her arms are wrapped around George. He, Alex, a foot away from them, resting against a rail. Strange, isn’t it? He looks at her. It’s almost midnight. I am at your place. You are not scary.
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Slice Of Life: Mar 5, 2011
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A Confession Of A Divine Healer. No Nothing good. No way. The woman snapped at me. There was no Hello ; no Hi. How are you? No It’s nice to meet you. Nothing. Of course you won’t be happy. She went on. It’s not your time, yet. She shook her head. No. No way. I was expecting to hear something like that, but still, getting it point blank from the first step I made into her house was a bit disturbing. Never mind that, here I was, standing dead still at the threshold of the healer’s house. On the phone, you ...
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Slice Of Life: Nov 21, 2011
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It’s warm inside the car. The engine is making a purring noise, just like a cat’s. Orange lights of the dashboard are like tiny flickering candles. A green blinking of the turn signal is like a wink of an old friend. I am driving to the place commonly known as home. The one I call place there the stuff is . A smooth jazz of the generation old movie takes me back ten years ago. She is biting her lips for she is so jealous of those people, driving their silver cars. People who must be so happy. Sep 18, 2010.
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Slice Of Life: Sep 18, 2010
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You iron is substantially lower than it has ever been for the past two years.- She looks at me with an air of concern. Any change in your diet, medicine, anything? No- I think for a few seconds. Just stress, you know. I get comfortable on a recliner, my eyes follow pink Valentines, sweet scent of flower mixes with the strong smell of iodine, the nurse is spotting my arm with, while I am pumping a little globe in my hand. I get dizzy half the way through. Do you want me to stop? I don’t like the way they ...
