Writing to share thoughts in a digestible and hopefully entertaining form.
1 Aug 2019 4 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
To read part 1 The museum please click here Bannon was infatuated by his wife, and the first half-year of their life together passed like a haze. He seemed to know everything about her: her habits, gestures, facial expressions, thoughts, body. At t...
31 Jul 2019 6 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
“Now let's come over here and see this exposition - the Battle of Thermopylae,” Maeve led the group to the next hall of the museum. “It occurred in 480 BC between the Persian army led by Xerxes and the army of the Greek cities-states, which was much...
28 Jul 2019 6 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
Something hissed and gurgled on a stove; the conditioner hooted resisting heat. A smell of baked starch impregnated the air. Gorn sat in a chair, relaxed and allowing a thought to turn and float weightlessly, reflecting and stumbling over the events,...
25 Jul 2019 10 minute read 2 comments mgaft1
Greta looked through the glass at the street. Outside the Starbucks' window, where she was sitting, cars slid in both directions and, at times, people passed. Shadows of trees lay on the pavement around the parking lot. She tried to force out the bor...
24 Jul 2019 8 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
The bell rang, jerking James, again, from a deep sleep. 'This is getting to be ridiculous.' The clock's neon display showed three twenty-four AM. Feeling envious of the little snores coming from his wife, Beth, behind him, James sat on the edge of th...
22 Jul 2019 13 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
The air was damp. The sun was setting, and its red rays were scattered among the clouds. Their eyes met — Chryz’s cold gray and the predator’s yellow. Chryz retreated close to the rock, continuing to look the tiger in the eye. The predator was at a d...
21 Jul 2019 4 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
Saturday morning, I opened a letter that came from the city of Los Angeles. It stated that I owed 160 bucks worth of parking ticket for Acura Integra, the car I used to drive two years ago. "Wait a second. Didn’t I sell it by then? Where is the damn...
20 Jul 2019 2 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
Kees Verkerk, Kees Verkerk, Kees Verkerk … The name of the old-time Dutch speed skating champion sounded in my mind as I was rollerblading on Santa Monica Beach. It was resonating sand crackling under the skate - push with the right foot, slide with...
19 Jul 2019 6 minute read 1 comment mgaft1
When Vera stepped up to the reception desk and slid her voucher and passport across the counter, the girl flicked her eyes over them, then looked up at Vera from beneath perfectly arched brows. Quick, quick—like a bird. The glance darted back down to...
