Killing a Turkey

My bourgeoisie neighbors bought a turkey three days ago; a fully grown turkey with a beard and a mortgage. I don’t know why they did it but my guess is, the man finally clocked 40 and is having a dire case midlife crisis. So on the eve of his 40th birthday, he turned to his […]

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A Man and His Dreams

I wake up terrified, heaving and drenched in my own sweat. I feel blood rushing through my head and my throat is as dry as gin. Through the curtain, the white full moon pours its light all over the room and it looks immaculate, its serenity calming my spirit. I can feel my wife’s soft […]

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Sleeves and Fists

I believe in my heart that in any man’s life, there is always a point words will fail to communicate what we feel. Instead, we will opt for silence, but that too will prove futile. In this event, only one thing speaks louder than the previous two: fists. I can feel eyeballs turning in contempt, […]

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Damsels in Distress

Yesterday I saw a crisp black Mercedes G50 wagon parked right outside one of the pricey restaurants in town. All its windows were rolled down and in it, a dark old man was seated at the driver’s seat talking to someone on his phone. He was boisterous, this man. And he was loud too, and […]

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