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“It felt like a nothing disguising a something in hiding. My instinct was telling me there was something, or someone, watching me. It was right there in this wall. I did not know what it was. All I knew was what I could feel, and I was rarely wrong when my senses came to play.”
Shudder, heart racing Palms sweating, smooth clothes fitting Uncomfortably tight Short of breath, breaking Into a run, pain jabbing At my heart, I feel
A light breeze softly Passes, lifts strands of her hair Whispers in her ears
He was working the clay, soaking it in water, making it soft. Preparing the base he would filter by hand. He knew his project would take months, but he had to do it. Surprise her. Win her father over.
She was standing alone Thinking about her boy at home Assembling in her mind A list of groceries She could not afford to buy.
He had turned his father’s labor into art. The beauty of his carvings gathered fame. People travelled from all over the country to see him at work. There was grace and beauty in all his gestures. His moves were so soft and swift, it looked as if he were dancing.
Keys turned in the lock. He walked in, and shed his coat and jacket in the lobby. Then he eyed his flat. Soulless, nude space, open lines, cold, empty walls, uplifted only by the view, and the grey light filtering through the high windows.
Trapped, hands tied, mouth taped, Slowly I grasp consciousness I open my eyes, Discover a den – Earthen ground, soiled sheets undone On a dirty bed.
Winter cold biting At my lips – prickling skin sends Shivers down my spine On and on I walk Numbed – I let frozen air in Filling up my lungs
Tim was sitting in his favorite coffee place. It was large, crooked, ragged and loud. People were flowing in and out. Sharing stories with one another at the top of their lungs to cover the clamorous sound of music broadcasted on the dozen of old-school speakers, screwed on the walls.
That was the second time, Timothy walked in this place. It was a case of love at first sight between the man and this hotel. He had not needed many visits to sign the deeds. Just one look and he was all in.