Limbo

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“The usual, Alex?” asked the bartender when a man in his young thirties took a seat at the bar counter.

“No, I think I’ll go a bit off the track tonight, Bill,” said Alex, checking his digital sports watch and gave a slight nod gesturing that he had enough time.

“Oh, what’s the occasion?” inquired Bill, the bartender.

“Nothing much, if you would really like one, I heard President Bush’s announcement today that we are going to the Moon, Mars and beyond,” said Alex, imitating the speech with a slight curve of the eyebrow.

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De-bugs of our lives

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“Hey Liam, how are you doing brother?” asked a tall and handsome fellow in his bathrobe and shorts. “This is Liam, he’s a good friend of mine. Liam, this is Jake, an okay friend of mine.”

“Quit it. Hey Liam,” said Jake setting his bottle of beer down for a handshake to the new guy in the room. Continue reading

The Meltdown

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CJ looked up at the kid who was waving at him. “Look papa! He is looking at me,” said the little boy in the red shirt to his dad who was standing beside him waving at CJ. He has seen thousands of people like him in the past one week that he had spent his time there.

“Erika, are you ready?” asked a young woman in her early twenties wearing a black shirt, khaki shorts and a traveler’s hat.

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Does Guilt Have a Name?

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‘Songs of Innocence and Experience’, giving out a little smile reading that, he pushed the book at its place in the shelves. The tall man reached out to the top shelf sliding his fingers across the dusty old books, The Monk, check, Persian Letters, check, Hymns to the Night, check. He tilted his head slightly to the right in reaction to a slight knock on the door. Pushing the book back inside the rack, he walked towards the door.

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