Monday, December 26, 2011

Notes from a living room: 21

"Well...?"

"Well what?" I astonished.

"I don't know. You tell me."

"There is nothing to say, at all." I turn my face away.

"Actually, I was going through a few things, and found some connections, so just asked."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing important. Forget it. How's the fever?"

"I'm recovering. What connections are you talking about?"

"You will know very soon. Bye."


Soon the person asking questions vanishes, and I become lonely all over again.


Dec. 26th '11

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