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He said with a sigh...
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He said with a sigh... |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
He came in from Wien cast about as a cobblestone shadow the stories are many, and none of them, shallow. These streets, these streets he may not walk again but his luck, like his shadow I'm afraid, isn't that thin. Over a year has past since that cold February Sunday love and loss his life Prague had imprisoned him thusly. So he makes his escape fate cast the deal thrown about on the spinning of... Life's Fortune Wheel. His closest friends are a few "in the know" when he walks through the airport he hopes authorities let'm go to reset his destination with the help of some new documentation a sort of African, born-again self-made, re-creation. For you see, the danger is not only the mission he will set foot in a city filled with riot, revolt, rebellion, Tunis's new revelation. 700 wounded 300 dead its been a week since then and all of this filled his head scorpions, cobras sand and heat a relentless sun for too pale of feet. But, what of his women? What of the friends? He travels alone, no messages they send. Its another dark night the cobblestones grow silent the people he loves are distant and quiet. So, tomorrow, Its just another day "To je zivot!", "Thats life!" in his, in it's, epic... and funny way. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wow. Painful write, my friend. But I really liked the story you told. j. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
knew this had to be good when I read the line: "cast about as a cobblestone shadow" ...and, it was |
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