As he listens to the morning birds casually doing some bird talk. With the lights penetrating slowly to his window pane, until nothing in the room could escape from it - not even his heart.
Even back then, his life was already upside down. Just waiting for the next ticket to the next world, if there's any.
He rise and open his closet, reach for the box on the top shelf. He rarely think about staring on this tangible reminders of how life has been. The memories are more vivid than these pictures, than these things, anyway.
He pick one of the picture. He, wearing his usual striped polo shirt and low-waist jeans while she, her signature mini-skirt and vintage military jacket.
He suddenly thought of Blanche. How she and Lisa are so alike yet so different. His ex-girlfriend was prettier, more graceful, and more fun to be with. She met Lisa when she was sixteen and he was twenty. It was in the Blur concert, which was rather a casual meeting, since they were dating different people at that time, they were introduced by Kenny, Lisa's cousin. Kenny, is a drummer in one of the band playing in their town at that time and had met Fred in one of these gigs. It was in the Oasis concert that they decided to subconsciously yet mutually ditched both their dates to go to Fred's house. They made out until one can hear and see the sparrows outside.
And the rest as Fred remembers - a tragic surprise. The greatest joke fate had ever given.
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Blanche
AcakA Short Story Blanche, has no issues facing her adversaries in life. The real struggle is when she is at her happiest. She cannot keep it up, she doesn't want to stay long in that mysterious spiral of an emotion. She believes that it is far too...
