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The Telephone

The Telephone

The man had stopped speaking.  So had his wife. It started with a simple smily face, an emoticon. His wife had secured a job promotion. He replied with a hand-clap emoticon. She replied with a thumbs-up and a pink love heart. He felt loved. The man forgot his wife’s birthday. She sent him an angry face. … Continue reading

Match Point

Match Point

Each morning the man eats a stale piece of bread and writes his novel. He mumbles to himself, mouth filled with floury crumbs, “the only true artist is the starving artist.” He would then greet Newbould, the cockroach. “Morning Newbould. What does it feel like to be free?” At night, the man would reward himself … Continue reading