I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. It was 2.15 pm and he had to walk a little to get to the scrap yard, then walk around it to find a car that was the same make as his, see if it had the parts he needed, take them, pay … Continue reading The Clock
Áfra János: Little shop of misunderstandings I would like to say, if you were here, I’d calm down, But instead I say, your constant absence upsets me. You would like to say, you would be next to me if you could, But instead you say, we cannot always be together every day. I would like … Continue reading Little shop of misunderstandings
I packed my bags and left. Got on a plane with a one way ticket and began a new life. It has been over six years since I made the decision, the evening of my determination still vivid and clear in my mind. I had just received notification that I was accepted to university, when standing among … Continue reading Groundhog (holi)day at ‘home’
I am mad at him. I am fuming. Lying on the edges of the bed, trying to melt into the cold wall and clutching the duvet tight in my fist lest I start banging it against something, I try to control my breathing and stay immobile. I am not going to say anything. He knows. Hours earlier, I asked if we can go out for dinner, to celebrate my finishing of my degree, my leaving of a crappy job, my getting an interview, my return. He said no, and attached a couple of excuses, like being tired, not having clean clothes, not being in the mood. He said we'll get take away and that's that. His word is final, after all - compromise, as such, doesn't exist. I left him, trying not to bang the car door, to meet another for a few hours, to purge his cannot be arsed attitude from my mind and make the most of my visit. A text came saying...