A short, short story.

This old man on the 3rd floor, was just like any other sulky old man though he himself would disagree.
He would make fresh coffee in the mornings and wait until it got cold while he would solve the newspaper crossword puzzle.
"Decomposed!" he read out loud. He had stopped smoking years ago but his fingers still had yellow nicotine stains.
After tapping his fingers on the table he grabbed his old Parker pen and started to write "R-o-t-t-e-n" horizontally. It sure explains my situation. Why can't we use it for people anyway? Isn't that what we're doing;rottening? Why use "aging" or "getting old". We look like a rotten apple and sure feel like one too!

He was thinking about the ducks in the park and wondering if Hilda would be there with her granddaughter. She was a nice piece. She was a widow of an ex German officer and had an elegancy and polite manner that would make a man want to straighten his hat and collar each time he saw her.

It was a gloomy day. If it hadn't been for the rheumatic twinges that grappled his knees, he could have been talking to her and make her laugh with his campus stories. He had many stories but somehow always ended up repeating the same ones, adding new details each time. Hilda would never interrupt him and would always nod with a smile. Today, he was stuck in the apartment.

Just as he was sipping from his ice cold coffee, he got startled by the phone ringing. He frowned as he was quite sure about the ringer since he had been regularly interrupted for the last couple of days. Despite his sceptism,he got up and reached for the phone. "Yeah?" He said and paused. There was a lot of muttering and undefinable noise. Eventually, somebody managed to get their nerves together and said, "Hello,do you have a small dick?"(laughter in the background followed by a click)
Those damn kids he thought. Had I been a little younger I would have showed them! Messing with me like that.

He hung up the phone and walked towards the window mumbling something like, "Hilda...the ducks...damn knees."


E.Y

The land of the forgotten.

Nothing could make him love that piece of land. The land of the forgotten.There were too many bad memories and the result of not being understood. So he fled, far away, in the hope of a new and better life. Being drunk with happiness, along with every detail of his his past, he managed to sweep his beloved ones under the same carpet. Pounding hearts were turned into stone and honesty was replaced by silence.
For some reason, this always brings me back to the phrase, "The forgotten ones never forget the ones who forget".

E.Y

Addiction

Ariel Orozco

Sad endings.

I do not like sad endings. Cheesy as it may sound. I like it when the good guys win and when everyone lives happily ever after.

In movies, sad or vague endings make you sit with a discomfort, with an emphasis on the conclusion. The conclusion has the impact and the viewer is left to his own imagination. Though not always aware, you may draw parallels between your own life as to what you want to accomplish and not accomplish. A football fan having a bad week can seek comfort in his team winning the cup game. However, if his team looses, his week will remain bad.
When certain things are not so good in our lives,we look for comfort in the outer world and when the outer world does not satisfy us, we start "zapping" to another channel.

According to epinion.com the ultimate TOP 10 movies with a sad ending is as follows:

10)The Pledge
9) Black Christmas
8) Midnight Cowboy
7) A Clockwork Orange
6) Chinatown
5) American History X
4) Braveheart
3) Vertigo
2) Twelve Monkeys
1) One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

One year!

It's been exactly one year since I started writing this blog. I've had exactly 105 entries, good or bad but have at least found a way of expressing my complex thoughts and feelings about things.