It's six am in the morning.
The sun will be out soon.
Only one pale-pinkish-negative-pregnancy-test line can be discerned at the horizon.
From far away, I hear the cows mooing quietly.
They must be waking up.
The wind brings me the song of the rooster.
I come out of my wooden cottage, stretching and yawning.
I drag my feet slowly towards the rosebush and let out a satisfying stream of warm piss onto the roses.
Sometimes, life can be very simple.
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A/N: Theme song: "Boney M: Sunny."
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Historia CortaThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
