“God, I feel old,” I groan when I finally get the shoes off and sit up.
“C’mon, I’m older than you are,” he laughs from the other side of the bed.
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“God, I feel old,” I groan when I finally get the shoes off and sit up.
“C’mon, I’m older than you are,” he laughs from the other side of the bed.
And thus on that delightful day my worries washed away with a visit to the three sisters Belle. I once crossed paths with the eldest during a particularly crass predicament. To protect my pride, I'll omit what occurred that day; but by the end of it, I owed the dame a few dimes.
"Where are you heading?"
"Wherever you are, to be frank. I'll just tell you when to drop me off. I really have no set destination, but I'm sure I'll think of one on the way."
My hand clasps the end of the table as if the stiff plastic would keep me safe. The laughter dies off but gets replaced with banter from other sections of the party. Red Jacket finishes the turn before getting up to grab his second beer from the kitchen.
“Can you please stop chewing so loudly.”
I shoot a contemptuous glance at Adrian, begging the fresh coffee he sips to scald his vocal chords useless. I throw him a crooked smirk and take my next bite with exaggerated caution, as if his words had put me on mute…
Sometimes Irene Carvalho wondered if she was brought into this world only to see herself fade.
While everyone around her went about their normal lives as mundane shapes and colours, she remained still, and somehow untouched by the moving of time...
“I don’t understand what she has against some culture. I mean the lady drags us half way across the world and expects us to sit in our hotel room or go to shopping malls. I get that she’s about to divorce Richard and wants to blow all his money before the shit hits the fan, but I feel like…We should even try to absorb some of this culture or like even pretend like there’s a shred of authenticity about us.”
His files were piled neatly in the same specific order Smith always arranged them into. Pile one: important. Pile two: finished. Pile three: can wait. Pile four: to be burnt.
Inevitably the time comes when we have to say goodbye, so let's do it in style.