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Out the Window

It was a man with deep tanned skin. He seemed to have forgotten his shirt somewhere, because he was only wearing partly ripped jeans. His veins were pulsating on his sweaty muscles. He was sweaty because he was digging a hole in the ground with a shovel. The shovel was a standard costco shovel (9.99€).

As i sat there, stearing at this man and his aggressive digging motion, i felt a strange sensation in my tummy. What if this man was the answer to all my problems? What if this man was the missing piece that could push and pull her into place, until she could emerge as the person she always thought she COULD be? There was only one way to find out. She had to go out from her prison of a home. Step out from her comfort zone and talk with this stranger. She had to conquer her own fears. She also wanted to find out where this man had left his shirt.


Set in Egypt, among other exotic places, the protagonist was the feminine version of what she yearned to be - young, strong, full of hope if a bit naive, and desperate for love and adventure. She took in the names of the places in the story - breathed them out - Palmyra, Antioch, Persia, Alexandria. She could get lost in these ancient and faraway places.

She pulled the dog-eared book back out, wondering who had read it before her. Entranced by the story, she couldn't help but open it once again, and get lost in another world.


You sit for the moment, gaining a sense of the vertical and horizontal by leaning up against a wall, slimy and sticky at the same time, wanting to reach out but terrified of what might be within your reach. You become aware of a dull but skull splitting pain in the back of your head. You wrack your memory, trying to pull out anything about where you were, who you are, any event that led to this hellish incarceration. Wait, a faint memory... a woman. Blonde hair. She's running. But where? Who is she? Is that me?


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