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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020
Submitted to Contest #52
I never came to terms with his death. It was so sudden, fast and without much fuss. By many accounts, it is a preferable way of dying. I wasn't even there. Actually, by the time I personally comprehended the possibility of him dying, he was gone. Didn't make it to the funeral either. To fast, to far, to expensive, to late… Wasn't there when he needed me, really needed me; now that he is lying dead in the coffin in the middle of the living room… Well now he doesn't need me there for sure. The others, they can go and fuck the...
Submitted to Contest #49
A grey building of only thirty-four stories. Only. That is not much, isn’t it? Guess it depends on the attitude, or maybe point of view. The building is almost at the end of the huge avenue. Grand, pastoral, inviting. Early morning. Dawn perhaps. Or not? The colouring is to blurry. Sometimes it simse even as dusk. But it's not. It is early. Some would say to early and that there is plenty of time. Plenty of time for what? For anything and everything. But, time is irrelevant. The possibility of it's existence is minuscule. Building is grey. ...
This is my pressure valve...
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