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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On the train

She didn't know who he was and for certain, she'll never know. She would give her life for not knowing, because that was what it is all about: Not knowing but inventing. That was what she did, every day when she took the train to work. Twentytwo minutes she spent in the morning, wondering whom … Continue reading On the train