The One Who Laughed

He was the one: always laughing. You could easily find him in the pub, on a crowded Friday afternoon, your hands heavy, carrying the cheapiest beer available, while you pushed yourself through the crowd, hearing his laugh from afar. You heard him, before you saw him. He was the one who made you laugh, laugh … Continue reading The One Who Laughed

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The black van is parked near me. I can’t breathe because of it. Did it have to be black? That is so premeditated. It didn’t have to be black. Still, there it is: unmovable: staring at me with its dead headlamps. I get up and walk towards it, but after just three steps I give … Continue reading default_4