He tried to hold on the floor with his nails, but its surface was so polished that he miserably slipped on it. He found himself flat on the floor, a force pulling him from the back prevented him from standing up. He started screaming as loud as he could, but no one around could care.
Why causing me such a big pain?
He turned his head, that little motherfucker laughing, enjoying pulling his tail like nothing else in the world.
Then miraculously, a voice from above:
“Jim, leave the cat alone and come have dinner please”.
“That’s easy, if the word ends with a vowel, put an accent on it”
Her friend looked back to the Paris map perplexed, hoping they would have meet enough people with a good English in the week to come.
She could not help her eyes falling on her cleavage – her breasts were too big to not notice them, the girl caught her sight and hinted a smile “It’s all mine love, no plastic, touch it”. It was not really her intention but she grabbed her hand and forced her to verify she was not lying.
December 26, Umoja, unity, she lighted up the first candle, black candle, careful not to spill wax on the Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note open on the table,
“And then last night, I tiptoed up
To my daughter’s room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there…
Only she on her knees, peeking into
Her own clasped hands”
“Want a drink?” she asked his brother while pouring herself a glass of gin tonic.
He looked up at the clock – 11:19 am. Bustle in the kitchen, the turkey was in the hoven already, his little nieces running around followed by the dog.
“Why not” he replied then.
The wooden toy stopped at he, half, 4 more beans, he sighed, he was still behind uncle Avner, then a silly joke came to his mind, Uncle Beans.
The herd of cows had been released in the field, grazing the grass, staring the line of the horizon where some skyscrapers could be seen, staring each other, what the hell are they thinking about, Matilda asked herself.