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Let me tell you a story, she begins, about a boy named Zot. Once, many years ago, in a village close to the great city of Ugarit, there lived a boy named Zot. He was a goatherd, and his family were farmers. Everyone in the little village were farmers, apart from the blacksmith and the local priest, who worshipped gods that are now long dead. One day, when Zot was maybe ten years of age, and had been given sole re...
She is quite old now, and her life is very different from how she imagined it would be, when she was younger. Not bad different, necessarily, and maybe not good different either, just absolutely and completely different. When she was young she was adventurous, she tried everything once, said yes to every offer that came her way. She never lived anywhere for more than a year. Her friends were used to this, to her nomadism...
“Well, that was dramatic.” Arthur said out loud to the empty room, looking towards the open window from where his longtime colleague, Neville Flange, had just defenestrated himself. With a sigh Arthur got up from his creaky office chair, totteted a few steps in the direction of the window, then abruptly came to his senses and swerved back towards his desk. Having never claimed to...
She boards a train, making sure it is heading west. She gets off after an hour and a half, asks around and finds another train to take her further. If they aren’t looking for her already, they will be soon enough. At the next station, a further two hours away, she buys blonde dye and a pair of scissors. He loves her hair, and she feels a little hollow as she hacks it off, as she flushes the coloring out in the restroom ...
They fall in love in the slow way of people who are unconcerned with bodies. Some weekends they go away together and stay in hotels, they travel on buses through mountain passes, one of them watching the world through the window and listening to music, the other asleep on her shoulder. At some of the hotels, they share a bed, and at others, they don’t, it makes no difference to them. They choose different restaurants every night, because despite their constant companionship they live by the mantra of variety being the most important...
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