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Today, somewhere among the roses and petunias, my sanity squirted out of my brain and fertilized the backyard. Why couldn’t those heart-seizing moments be experienced with anyone else? Why did they have to be with the man who is the ghastliest of all possibilities?
There is no greater test of vision than to foresee one’s own death. Reminiscent of a Rodin sculpture come to life, Artek sat motionless on the hot sand, his back pressed against the rough-but-reassuring bark of a tall palm tree. High overhead, the sun shone down with unusual fierceness, and he was grateful for the limited shade.
A fallen angel with raven-black hair waved his hand over a crystal ball. The swirling blue mist inside dissipated, revealing the earth slowly spinning. With piercing blue eyes, he somberly observed the world being destroyed by mankind’s greed, corruption and indifference, knowing that without intervention the earth’s inhabitants would cease to exist, leaving him alone in this godforsaken place.
L’Oiseau Blanc was a dangerous place to be—especially for a white woman at night. Although a fragile peace currently existed between the Tutsis and Hutus, tension filled the warm evening air like the calm before a thunderstorm. On a night like this every dubious character for miles would be out.
There was a peculiar nip in the cold air of that winter night in Chennai. The breeze that rose from nowhere danced through the open, grilled window. The twin pink colour, translucent, chiffon curtains separated, as if to make way for the breeze, and fell back in place afterwards. The Tanjore dancing woman on the study table began swaying her waist and neck languorously at the soft touch of the cool breeze. The sparkling plastic bead string curtains slowly oscillated as the breeze brushed past them and crossed the door into the drawing room. The wind chimes suddenly came to...
Once upon a far away hillside, in the shade of the forest oak trees, lived a whole community of white tailed, rabbits. Life was good, life was happy. The baby bunnies hopped, skipped and played all day long on the grassy hillside and, when they were tired, slept in the shade of the great oak trees branches.
You can walk away from a lot things in your life, leave them behind you, forget about them, move on and hope they never come back and bite you on the arse. But some things are impossible to walk away from. Usually these are your own fuck-ups, the foolish, stupid mistakes you make, the bad decisions……and guess what? You generally make these when you are angry, down, or drunk.
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