Saturday, May 16, 2009

Touched by a bird

The third storm

From time to time, I stir with the teaspoon in a teacup-I create storms.

"What did you want me to do; I wasn’t going to destroy my career for her. I had to turn her in since she was so dumb as to get involved with those drug addicts...”

The Doctor extinguished his cigarette on the table next to his patient and closed the wound.

- Let's play tennis.

Since becoming a specialist, he played tennis a lot.

He had to do it, as he could not fit into the clothes he had bought less than a year before.

On the way, the traffic got on his nerves, so he started driving on the wrong side of the road, on the tramline. At 100 km per hour, the Audi 6 moved surprisingly graciously alongside the row of cars, brushing past the horrified pedestrians looking on from the refuges.

He forced an entry into the lane, then turned right, stopped suddenly in front of the mansion, jumped out of the car and entered the house.

He changed quickly throwing his clothes on the floor and walked to the tennis court out the back.

In the swimming pool Eva swam graciously. Her white skin made him slow down. Her long legs and superb breasts made him sigh.

"Tonight," he said to himself.

The court was hidden from passers-by by massive hedges.

He started the warm-up and felt that he needed something to drink.

He went back inside:

- Who left the door open? Eva, is it you?"

In the kitchen, in front of him, with an axe in her hand, it was her:

"You jerk!" was the last thing he heard.
"When disaster strikes", I say and stir in my teacup.