The Gate.

The gate stands tall and unrelenting between the baby and his destiny. The fact that the baby  will never know his parents serves only to increase the volume of his cries, a situation so hopeless, but nevertheless a mere disturbance to the plutocrats who live inside that gate. They’d much rather enjoy the peace and… Continue reading The Gate.

10 Reasons I don’t talk to you.

1. I have no idea who you are 😊 When we were growing up we were told to not talk to strangers. And what’s stranger than a random person on the street minding his own business? 2. I don’t speak your language Language barrier, the great force to reckon with. I don’t speak in grunts,… Continue reading 10 Reasons I don’t talk to you.

10 reasons to always carry loose change.

1. For self defense Let’s face it. In the city are no loose rocks, or sticks of anything to hit an attacker with, in case you need to. So, hold on to those coins, sweety. One day, you may need them 😊. 2. To keep your dignity There’s nothing worse than being caught in an… Continue reading 10 reasons to always carry loose change.

She Left On the Five O’clock Train.

She didn’t even tell me why. Was I to blame? Had I missed a sign As I played the game? Had she bluffed her way away from me? Or was I really the loser if this is a game. I could have sworn I had done my part. But then again, had I done enough?… Continue reading She Left On the Five O’clock Train.

Street Preacher.

” You are a witch!” Said the street preacher. “In church by day, by night, you’re in here. A double agent, that’s what you are! Come to repentance? That,I would never! For I would never betray my creed. Like you betray your Nicene. One foot holy, the other in sin. Even a witch has loyalty.”… Continue reading Street Preacher.

The Gallows.

There I stood with my headphones over my ears, hoping the lord music would down our the sound of the shot, as well as the crowd that had gathered to watch. One would think I was being awarded, the way everyone was fussing. It was a sunny day. Birds were singing in the trees. But… Continue reading The Gallows.