Tag: "short story"

I never met her again

I’m looking at the door, white door… It has just closed… stupor has seized me… This is one of those states, when you don’t realize what’s happening… I feel as if, soul left my body… what a strange feeling! I’m watching myself, from far away, I can see my pale face, eyes wide shut…

How it all started

How it all started

Photography correlates with my character, I’m an observer… I can spend hours by the window watching people pass by, taking mental photos of faces, hands, cloth, touches etc.

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