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The Great 0ne (short story) – by Bogdan Dragos
writing for the rest of his life
he declared himself insane
before the world
and the world did worse
than not to
believe or ridicule him
The world
ignored him
He was an old writer
with a body
rotting from the inside
A cancer in his lungs, right
around the heart
Effort made him faint
Oftentimes the effort of sitting
on the toilet and pushing
But when he wasn't on the
toilet he
was at his desk
writing
And smoking. There was
a candle on the corner of his desk
always burning
The rule was that for every
seven minutes spent
not writing he'd hold his hand
above the flame for
seven seconds
His hands looked like decomposing
carcasses of mole-rats
but they could
still hold
the pen
He would go on writing
for the rest of
his life
all seven
hours of it
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What else could they possibly take away?
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tarot reading
She was sucking
on a red lollipop
quite loudly
and would constantly
take it out of her mouth
to stir her whiskey with it
She wore round sunglasses
a crimson bandanna
her hair in thin dreads
and all her shirts
were sleeveless
She took the lollipop out
one more time and
pointed it at him
across the table
“You want some?”
she asked
“Um, no thanks. I, uh,
stay away from sweets.”
She dipped the lollipop
back into the glass
and stirred a bit
then put it back
in her mouth
“Good for you.
I’m not too fond
of these either.
Just use ’em to help me
break the smoking habit.
It’s been working lately.”
She picked up the glass and took a sip
of the lollipop-flavored whiskey
“Anyway, like I said,
I brought you to my place
to read your tarot cards.”
She pulled the deck out
from under the table
and began shuffling
it intently
“If all’s good,
there’ll be a second date
and perhaps even more.
It all depends on you.”
Just then,
her dog barged into the room,
a fat pit bull wagging its stubby tail
and sniffing around the guest
It then ambled to her side
and she took the lollipop
and placed it between
the dog’s jaws
She shuffled some more
very focused on what
she was doing
and when all was ready
she took the lollipop
from the dog’s mouth
and resumed sucking on it
with loud slurping sounds
“So, you ready?”
she asked
He watched her,
gulped, and
scratched his head
“Um… yeah, totally.
This is, uh… like
poker, right?”
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O țestoasă născută pe partea greșită a carapacei (a turtle born on the wrong side of its shell)
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Good boy, Kyu (short story)
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Daydreaming as a profession 