For Sale

For Sale

Driving the narrow roads full of gentle curves, after a long time following by a lake on his left, going north, Kevin couldn’t stop thinking how lucky he got. He touched his forehead where there was a bump, still sore. He looked to the bruises on his arms and knuckles, the oval shapes with colours fading from wine-dark red on the outside to pinkish next to the borders, to yellow on the center. They resembled the leaves in the trees along the way, the autumn shades reaching the peak of their beautifulness. If not for the greens, the spectacle of colours on the mountains would be similar to those on his slim arm, his body shape unfit to most physical labour, even less for fighting. Nevertheless, he won, at least that one. He ached all over, but left standing. Continue reading

Since the Beginning

It was already so late in the night one might consider it already morning. Sitting in front of his desk, John looked at the mess of open books with several pages marked with little colorful post-its; a bunch of papers showing drawings, schematics, written notes and diagrams; pens of different tones and widths scattered around; and his computer with the screen glaring, multiple windows open, the browser showing no less than two dozen open tabs. Continue reading