An exercise on the theme “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” *** “This old sack is not good anymore,” said the man. “I can feel the bedsteads crack every time I make a move.” “Maybe we should change the props beneath it then. Or move you to a new one altogether.” “Nah that wouldn’t be necessary. Too much fuss for too little…
Category: Short Stories
A Lost Timeline
“Spring Valley” is an area right in the southmost part of the city, bounded by the physical borders of cliffs and oceans which place it in one of the most scenic scenes of the country. It is filled with foliage and parks along its length and has finally started to draw the attention of the upper-class, who would now occupy…
A Winsome Hand
January of 1975 Nothing can describe the feeling of teaching in an amphitheater. It can be like a gigantic pit that you somehow found yourself in the bottom of it or the arena of an alternative colosseum where people pay to watch you fighting ideas. There is no other place where the commentator stands so far below everyone else. Actors…
Ilulissat
Ilulissat is a dead village. That’s what people say here and they make sure to remind you of it every time they encounter you. It exists in the west part of Greenland and it is covered by snow in its entirety, to a degree that if you were to look at it from afar you would mostly be able to…
The Request
«If there is one thing I know for sure, it’s that Robert would have repudiated all of them. There was not a single person that he trusted while he was alive and that was for a good reason.» She stood up and sat over the sofa-stool, right next to the man as she griped her finger like a multi-hook lock…
10 Days
«Never work with people you can’t trust. That’s what my father used to say.» said the barman behind the counter, while whipping a beer jug, with a white cloth. «He wasn’t wrong you know.» He was an exceptionally large man, with a big double chin and a round silhouette that although threatening in its size it was resembling the appearance…
The Bird
«I think something is wrong with it,» exclaimed Owen over the phone. «I mean this thing doesn’t move, doesn’t talk, doesn’t eat. It’s like a zombie bird that stands on a corner and doesn’t give a shit about anything.» He was stooped down as he was scrutinizing the little parrot, seating in his white cage with the dark-wooden sticks piercing…
An Unexpected Love
«No Brian we don’t want some cool pictures of the damn hot-dog, we want the hot-dog next to a super-star with a glazing, smooth skin, holding it like gold while a bunch of women stand around him with lust, like he is fucking God,» said Zed over the phone that was hatched between his shoulder and his left cheek, as…
The Golden Watch
«Are you sure the voting process is a good idea?» asked Jenny. «Maybe it gets a bit too competitive. You know, for the holiday spirit I mean,» «You are not scared, are you?» I say teasingly, causing a little gasp of air to stack over her neck as she touches her sternum with her hand. «You could always skip it…
The Dinner Table
Mother left us when I was nine years old. The first morning of her absence, father acted like nothing happened. He gathered all three of us in his office, together with my little brother Joshua, and my sister Lizy, and he gave us his speech with a strict military devotion and a cold expression that made his face seem like…