Running. Running in the rain. I am too afraid to look back, I keep my view straight ahead. The streets are deserted, although it’s only 9 pm. I hope against hope I’ll see someone, someone who can help me. There is no one around. They are following me. I keep on running. I trip. I fall. Time stops. Read more
The countryside is sliding parallel to the road. I can’t resist the temptation to grip the steering wheel tighter and move my eyes from the never-ending street on the sides. The landscape is magnificent. The fields are white with snow. Here and there are small spots of green and yellow, old signs of a long departed fall. No. Stay focused. I move my eyes back to the road with a certain difficulty. Read more
The room is engulfed in darkness. No moon shining outside, no lights, nothing. I’m lying in my bed, eyes closed, waiting. Sure enough, a few seconds later I hear my mother coming to my room, checking if I am asleep. She opens the door as silent as she could, but the old wood still creaks. Even though I can’t see anything, I can still feel her wincing at the sound, fearing that she would wake me up. I’m constraining myself to remain silent, to not move, not make a sound, I’m even afraid to blink. After a few seconds of staying in the doorway, she seems to be satisfied with my regular breath. She steps outside of the room and closes the door. I hear the voice of my father whispering outside.
“Is he sleeping?” Read more
Ideas are bulletproof 