Hell and Back

“Remember when you promised that for me you would go to hell and back?” Shaking and soaking, but especially frightened. That’s how Vera showed up that night. “Well, I’m here to give you the chance to fulfill that oath” Continue reading

True Song

Sitting alone on the stage, he pulls a string on the guitar while turning the peg, the low sound gradually changing. He does it slowly. One by one, the notes coming from the instrument get in tune, at which point he starts playing a song. It’s soft and nice, a soothing sound, like a melody we’ve heard before and tells us everything will be all right. He repeats the process in the second guitar, then the bass. The keyboard doesn’t need tuning, but he plays the song in it nevertheless, adjusting the volume. He tightens the lugs on the drum and checks the mikes. With everything done, he goes to the sound table and turns it on. Continue reading

Long-distance Call

I work near the last enduring fax machine in our office, probably in our building. I mean, fax machines? I don’t understand why they still matter, but somehow they are still around, surviving the era of emails and cell phone apps that can snap a photo of a document and edit the picture to make it look like it was scanned. It’s relatively new. My cubicle’s position, I mean, not the machine, obviously. They rearranged the office recently and most everybody moved around. The fax machine couldn’t be moved, because it’s connected to a separate telephone line whose cost to change don’t justify since we rarely receive faxes anymore. Continue reading


It was my first time in one of those self-storage lockers bidding wars. I’ve heard about it, even seen it on TV and, when I decided that some money left after all the month’s bills should be used for fun, I went for it. One friend of mine advised me to use the auctions restrictions to my favour: cash only, to be paid immediately after you get the highest bid. So there I was, with about $500 to throw away on what most likely would be a few minutes of fun and a whole lot of junk. There were only four lockers on auction that day, numbers 4, 7, 9 and 16. I liked the number 16 and was hoping they would do the auction in a low to high order so I could observe a little before getting into it. But 16 was the second to be auctioned, and during the first one I was still so thrilled with the expectation I barely paid any attention. They started asking for $200, to which a man quickly replied, followed by a man offering $225, then another man saying $250. These things happen fast, and the auctioneer talks even faster. I got nervous – I really wanted 16 – and I shouted without thinking my whole $500. It must have been clear I was new to that, since everybody laughed at my desperation to be heard. For a moment, I thought if they didn’t let me have it out of pity. Sold for me, for $500. Yay. Continue reading

Lost, and Found

Right now, I’m at some stranger’s house, hopelessly trespassing, even if I feel myself embedded with some sort of moral obligation. The house owner and his wife have just entered through the door, unaware of the invader, who is foolishly hiding under the bed in the master bedroom. Don’t judge me, I can’t say I’m thinking properly at this moment. Or since I’ve decided to enter some guy’s house. “And how, Jess, did you put yourself in such position?”, you might ask. Well, it all began only a few days ago, when an oddly shaped pencil case was found in a subway station. Continue reading