There comes time when one wishes one had a friend or an acquaintance who has a direct hotline to God, and to whom you could request or plead to get on it, make your wish come true. Something that you want more than anything else in the world and with as much conviction that wishing it so hard takes away a large part of your soul, that void, somewhere deep inside.

Fantasies

Today is official 'Sod off' day. You can tell anybody to sod off and they will. For real.

:D

There were four of them. Corpses. One was a young girl in a gown, in tatters, barely reaching to her ankles. Her hair was unkempt, face black. And there was the old man. White hair, dark sunglasses covering the eyes. Thankfully enough, perhaps. Or headless, perhaps. There was also the old lady, his aunt. Broken teeth and the glee of a toothing baby. Kept waving her hand, as if enjoying herself. And there was a dark form on the cupboard. Hung over the corner by the lapel of his long overcoat. He was afraid of the door banging into the young girl when he opened it. He knew it was right behind. Perhaps causing any movement would make it come alive. He sneaked in gently, trying to find an as inobtrusive a corner as possible. For he belongs there. People come and go from that room. But he is still there. Sits in a corner, hugging his bare knees, feeling a little cold. Furtive eyes, he sits, in a corner.