Crash

 

Ten Pages

The bikes were new. He sneered. He didn't know about the upcoming crash. He didn't know she'd made a decision. Which one should he ride first? Yes, this one. She had told him not to, but he wanted to ride those bikes. He didn't care about her. In fact, her words sounded like a warning, the bitch. He never cared about anyone else. He always did what he wanted. When the time came for her to say a few words at the funeral, she sneered and said "Hope you had fun being who you were. Your ride is now over."

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Contact Lens

 

Ten Pages

"This is a contact lens."

"Where's the other one?"

He chuckled, burying his feet in the sand.

"Look."

He held it close to his eye and the wind picked up and the waves became wild.

"What's happening?"

"Want me to kill that bird?"

Before she could say no, the bird just dropped dead.

Horrified, she stood up.

"Where did you get that?"

"Aliens. I meet them every Sunday after church."

"Aliens?! Dead birds?"

He smiled.

"I don't know what else to do with it."

"Rain, dude, make fucking rain. Useless aliens... Giving you, of all people, a... freaking contact lens."

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Mimes

 

Westdell

The Drunk Monk Tavern didn't have a nice brew or even acceptable food but had the best mime contests. Mimes came from miles away to take a chance at winning the big prize. And what was the big prize? Lily. Lily was the daughter of a monk, according to her mother. And Lily desperately wanted to get away from her dishonorable past . The only problem was that she couldn't stand men yapping on and on. She wanted a mime. Her mother agreed especially because they were running out of room in the backyard and the local authorities were getting suspicious.

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Remember

Time Remains

I remember this. Everyone used to find it amusing and mother found it particularly useful. The others laughed and giggled and sneered. And mother snickered, looking like a child about to be naughty.

No one ever said a thing. No one ever stepped in. Father was just too busy to even know. Or perhaps he had decided that it was best for him not to know. She used to hang it around my neck, the string emphasizing the humiliation. And I had to do the house chores with that sign on. It said "Bought and sold". I do remember this.

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