Saturday, September 24, 2016

Not yet (A short story on Saturday)

Would everyone see the stars as she saw them?

Would others experience the joy that she experienced
differently than she did?

She caressed the creature lying beside her
and tried to be aware of her happiness.

She knew it wouldn't last
but what meaning does time have
for one who is happy?

And so she dreamt on...

In his dreams he had saved the world with her,
survived a war and a nuclear disaster
and at one point he stood with her
at the cradle of a new beginning for mankind.

He knew that one day he would meet her
in the real world and so it was.

In his dreams she was blond
and here he was sitting next to a brunette.
And yet is was her.

They exchanged looks and words
but never more than that.

Not yet.


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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Most people are good

Although it may not always seem that way, there's a lot of good going on in the world: people helping other people, regardless of their background, the colour of their skin, or the title of their favourite Holy Book. For most people it does not matter one bit if other people believe in Jahweh, Buddha, Gaia, Apple, Allah, Bieber or God. For most people it does not matter if other people have more or less money/donkeys/shells/women/cars than they do.

Most people are good.

And some of those good people create art, so other people can say:

'Wow, that's really, really good!'

Zheng Chunhui Longest continuous wooden sculpture in the world

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Here (A short story)

He needed shelter. And a drink. On this street everything appeared closed but when he saw a well-known sign he walked on a little faster. It was not his favourite brand of beer but sometimes it is better not to complain.

On opening the bar door he felt slightly disappointed. It took him a while to realise why: he had not heard the cheerful 'Ting-a-ling-a-ling!' of a welcoming chime.

It was very quiet here in every respect. Not even music. Only now did he realise that all conversation had come to a halt and all faces were turned towards him. He straightened his back, walked to the bar and ordered his favourite drink.

The barman just looked at him with a question in his eyes. So he repeated his order. The barman heaved a deep sigh, shoulders drooped. He ordered a beer, was made to pay straight away and emptied his glass fairly quickly.

Outside awaited the pouring rain but still he would rather be there than here.


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