At the restaurant, after lunch, I smoked a cigarette and threw it away to the street when finished. A kid, dressed in gray rags, came and pick it up. "Kid, drop it," I said.
Their eyes meet and time seemed to stop. Everybody went home after the ceremony, but they were still one front of the other. It stops to rain, the sky went dark, and the moon announced midnight. His b...
"Is this a joke?" said the man with the strange clothes while he read the museum label: Trident: Ancient artifact, thought to be used as a hair accessory or to scratch the back, its composition showe...