runaway life

[a_liehaligh]

The time has come for us to decide what we’re going to do for the next week. Around 3’o clock there was a knock at my door. And at last the murky yellow cars flickered through the window. Close your eyes. The next morning, opening the door to the hotel entrance, begins shouldering the mattress and heading towards the pool. It was a mad crowd, everybody was rocking and roaring. Twice a day, at twelve and two, the woman takes the dog out for a walk. I was asleep. All that is heard is the whistling of the lawn sprinklers and a cry for attention. His big brown eyes were widening. Then he told me he would be attending the funeral. At this point I yawned and rolled my eyes to the left. It was on the tip of my tongue to say what was next. And his lips curled in scorn. He resembled the prisoner’s keeper, locking me in this room. A long quivering laugh, which was only heard by my brain, appeared. The thoughts never transfer to my mouth. But in the second chorus, close—you’re


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