I used to hear him a little after eight every morning. First, the door—never gently, always with a decisive slam. Then the measured thud of his steps on the short flight. The stick followed, striking the parquet with a steady, practised rhythm. A bout of coughing as he shrugged off his coat and hat. TheContinue reading “Brooklyn Bridge”
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The Raven
By most measures, I was an unusual child. I kept more company with animals than with people. There were cats, rabbits, budgies, pigeons – and a raven. The cats and rabbits offered comfort enough. The Barbary dove, which I included in various amateur conjuring tricks, had its place. Even the budgie, a gift from an elderly aunt,Continue reading “The Raven”
The Piano Man
I recently learned that a very good — though not especially close — friend of mine had passed away. Whenever we met, something seemed to spark between us. We shared a sense of humour, a quickness of mind, and felt at ease in each other’s company. I believe he was fond of me, too. WeContinue reading “The Piano Man”
Closure
I dreamed about my dad for the first time in my life last night. In the dream he was seriously ill, but exactly as I have seen him in pictures. I was just a child when he left this world, so I don’t remember him very well in real life. I never really got toContinue reading “Closure”
The Night Manager
It was the middle of the night. I was standing outside in the street down in the harbour quarter and the blood was flowing fresh from the cut in my skull. The cut was about 5 inches long and razor sharp. I thought it was a bit strange that there was so much blood inContinue reading “The Night Manager”
Burn after reading
Andrew was back in the office after two weeks in Asia. Often, people go to Bangkok or Phuket when they travel to Asia, but not Andrew. He had told some funny stories from his previous visits to Bangkok. This time he had ridden a motorbike up to Sop Ruak, also known as The Golden Triangle, where Thailand,Continue reading “Burn after reading”
A new duck in the pond
It is already autumn. At least late summer. It´s almost a month since I quit my job to pursue and explore some personal projects I´ve been working on. All my working life I have had problems getting up in the morning, but lately I have woken up very early every day. At first I thoughtContinue reading “A new duck in the pond”
An offer I could refuse
We were in Queens and visited my girlfriend’s family. Her uncle was originally from Sicily and had worked as an accountant in New York his entire adult life. He was now retired and a little forgetful in his old days. His background as a Sicilian accountant and my penchant for old mafia movies played outContinue reading “An offer I could refuse”
