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Simon had done very well at the firm. He had worked his way up with a quiet determination. Not too flashy, just enough steel, plenty of charm when needed. Simon loved this version of himself. Indeed, every morning when he looked at himself in the full-length mirror, he loved himself even more. Sure, he occasionally …
Like most young professionals, Roberta owned a motorino. If there was nothing special or flash about it, it was the sort of little motorbike that could get you from A to B. Though she did not have much affection for it, she was attached to it for practical reasons and always made a point of …
Leaning against the wall of the old university building, Daniel took a joint from the pocket of his wide pants. Cofi went wide-eyed: “You smoking that here?” Even though it was broad daylight and people were milling about, Daniel had no compulsion about lighting the joint. Cofi kept looking up and down the street to …
“Well,” said the young boy. “There is a difference, at least in my mind. Chance is something random. Coincidence, on the other hand, is when we see more than meets the eye.” “What does your aunt think?” “Auntie thinks I’m splitting hairs. What do you think, papa?” “I agree with your aunt.” “Because she’s much …
On his right hand, between the thumb and forefinger, there is a deep cut. The cut was unhealed and was made about two days before his death. Forensic experts suggest that the subject was in a fight, one that, on that occasion, he came out the victor. There was a crack in the bow, a …
Amid the whiplash curves and tangled miseries of the fifth arrondissement Merle espied her. The young lady who came out of the old Louis townhouse was wearing a long black cloak and beret in a becoming shade of green. Her heels clicking on the cobble stone street, Merle followed her with critiquing eyes. If it …
This idea comes from a dream I had on the morning of 12th September, 20-. The date itself is not significant other than the fact I wrote it down on a piece of paper that subsequently ended up in my diary. I woke up thinking of a sketch involving the said title. The idea was …