Talk 12 – Circles
Short Story Where does that door lead? To the neighboring building’s back yard. They also have a garden? No, they have a barbecue and plastic chairs. Meat eaters. Like most of the world. But...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story Where does that door lead? To the neighboring building’s back yard. They also have a garden? No, they have a barbecue and plastic chairs. Meat eaters. Like most of the world. But...
Short Story Do you have access to the back garden from your apartment? Yes, it’s the only reason I rented it. The garden is mine. I can see it from my window. Do you...
Short Story Let’s go downstairs, she lives on the first. So how does it work, have you bought paintings from her before? Once. My friend from the other side of the ocean was visiting...
Short Story Enough whiskey, let’s eat something and then we’ll visit the flower lady. Are we ordering food? No, I cooked. I can smell it. Where do you keep it? I kept everything...
Short Story We are back where we started. Where is the bear? He is never late. Maybe his parents are in town. Let’s go upstairs, he will have to catch up. This is...
Short Story Here is your tea. Let’s get out of this place. How are they. In hell. That low? Yes and blinded. You can’t see well from hell. Yes it’s too low. God sees...
Short Story I could never stand living with someone like that. But you used to drink a lot. Being drunk is great but dealing with drunks is not. Tell me about it, I dealt with...
Short Story Nobody is happy! Especially your friend. You are wrong. Well nobody is happy all the time. It comes and goes, mostly goes. Like this guy, look at him. Who? The guy trying to...
Serial Fiction Look who is here, the local gypsy thug. We have gone global now. Thanks to your brother. How is he by the way. He is dying. Why are you not there. His...
Serial Fiction It’s full with rats in front of your house. I throw them bread and watch them fight over it. I do that with people. They chase away the rouches, they don’t like...
Serial Fiction Is dinner ready? How is your brother? I asked first. You’re drunk. He is not well. I have done everything. He cannot breath without the oxygen mask. We just tried to entertain...
Serial Fiction That you have in common with gypsies. What? Disdain for formal clothing. I hear music approaching. Ah yes, my brothers do that every night when they’ve had enough brandy. They come here...