A WOMAN IN THAT CITY

" I need to talk to you, can I come over tonight?" The message on her phone was weird, and it was not at the same time.

Pure terror. I felt his hand grabbing my boob from behind and I yanked myself to turn but then his other hand grabbed the other

" They said he had too much potassium in his organism. You gave him clay water to drink, did you not?" Her expression changed, There she was

"hey, this is going to take too long, at least 15 mins, can I get another task in the meantime?" "I m taking it off, and it's not 15 min....

A beach that is about to be raided to become glass, cement, a beach that will disappear. But if it's for the better good, it's ok, right?

She sighed and brushed him away. "Go away you son of a bitch", she laughed at his persistance to stick around. She did not know it, but

If I m a liar, then everything I say about them is not true. If I am crazy, then I am fair game. If I am a dictator and a bitch, then every

I feel like I have an enemy who falsely advocates he has moved on when in fact his actions are hostile, aggressive and hurtful.

What I want, is generally speaking, in contrast and opposite with what my child needs, so in a weird way I buried myself

and we all know what this means. I have no life support, no blood in my veins, no air in my lungs. I can't talk to friends, read the...