My name: f
Sunday, November 27, 2005
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4:13 AM -
TOMORROW THERE WILL BENOTHER DAY... episode 9
- Work! I am starting to hate it...
- Don't get excited. The only things that seemed to matter in this house for the last couple of months were gynecologists and children.
- Are we going to ruin our lives?
- It's enough Lucia! You should go to a shrink instead of all those gynecologists. You're a nervous wreck!
- You know what I think? I don't need a kid! You're enough for me! We're still young and we can wait!
- I can't wait! I won't wait...
She runs away and flees to her room...- Lucia, I am sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper...
- Try to understand me. I get home tired and just want some nice quiet talk and all I get is a wife going on and on about gynecologists. 4:13 AM -
- We will have a kid and you'll see we'll be laughing at these discussions we're having now...
Some time passes and one day...
- My head.... I feel dizzy...
- Don't you feel well?- It almost seemed as if the floor was rising...
- I am OK again...- Does this happen often? Don't you think...
- I am afraid to believe it, afraid to be disillusioned again... I did some tests myself... I will get the results...
Indeed...- Yes, thank you... OK... OK...
- Positive! The result is positive!- Thank God!
- Pedro... We're having a baby!- Now everything will be OK... You'll be happy.
- I will not continue to work... It might be harmful...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Saturday, November 26, 2005
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Friday, November 25, 2005
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
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Monday, November 21, 2005
12:53 PM -
Eric was looking at the bird he just killed. It was really dead. It looked really dead. It was hard to imagine it had been alive only a moment ago, and that it still had been very much part of this world, only a moment ago.
To which world it now belonged was not known, Eric knew. He didn't believe in heaven.
He felt really sorry he had killed the bird. He hadn't meant to. He was just testing this crossbow he had fabricated himself, that was all. So his crossbow worked. It had taken him quite some time to assemble it and perfect it and now all he wanted to do was to get rid of it. It made him feel dirty now.
He got a plastic bag, put the bird in it and walked to some neglected and littered terrain a couple of blocks away. Where he buried it.
He buried the crossbow too.
Above the little grave of the crossbow he thought: Weapon, above the little grave of the bird: Victim.
He walked away.
When he came home his mom was busy in the kitchen, doing three things at once, as was her habit. She was making a lunch for him and herself, planning a dinnerparty for Saturday and she was working on her novel. Her laptop was on the kitchen table and some cookbooks lay open next to it. She intended to impress her guests with some truly original and inspired cooking.
When she looked up from the sink, wiping her hands, she sensed her son wasn't doing too well. He was trying to hide it, but she could read him like a book. She knew that if she would try to talk about it now, he would just shut up and walk away. He needed his time. She would let him have his time.
I am making some burgers for us, she said, while sitting down and typing a sentence.
Oh, he said, washing his hands.
The sentence wasn't the one she had been looking for. It would come, eventually, she knew, but this was not it.
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Sunday, November 20, 2005
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