Key To Life
This is a snippet from one of the pieces of fiction in the Aug 05 issue of Alvibest....
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He took his hands out and looked at them. He wiped the sweat and felt the calluses rubbing hard against the skin under his eyes. He winced then grew a lop-sided smile and put his hands back into his pockets, slowly. He felt his bare thigh against the wetness of his palms. Some people stopped and spoke cheerfully but before he could open his eyes completely, the boots and slippers moved on. Now he stopped trying to respond. The wind blew the covers off shops and dragged umbrellas with it. His locks were left untouched. He took out his hands once more and looked at them. Relations, church bells, machinery, children, hope, coffins. He curled his fingers, made a fist, tightened it and put it back in his pockets. The sun was directly above him. He looked up and squinted at the sun. A cloud covered the sun long enough. He smiled. Sweat trickled down from his forehead, six and a half feet down without a thread of his clothes stopping it. It finally lodged between his foot and his boots. After hanging on to the edge of his heel, it left his foot and slipped out of the hole in his boot. The evening brought back the crowd. They walked all over him but never too close. The wind had grown stronger.
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He took his hands out and looked at them. He wiped the sweat and felt the calluses rubbing hard against the skin under his eyes. He winced then grew a lop-sided smile and put his hands back into his pockets, slowly. He felt his bare thigh against the wetness of his palms. Some people stopped and spoke cheerfully but before he could open his eyes completely, the boots and slippers moved on. Now he stopped trying to respond. The wind blew the covers off shops and dragged umbrellas with it. His locks were left untouched. He took out his hands once more and looked at them. Relations, church bells, machinery, children, hope, coffins. He curled his fingers, made a fist, tightened it and put it back in his pockets. The sun was directly above him. He looked up and squinted at the sun. A cloud covered the sun long enough. He smiled. Sweat trickled down from his forehead, six and a half feet down without a thread of his clothes stopping it. It finally lodged between his foot and his boots. After hanging on to the edge of his heel, it left his foot and slipped out of the hole in his boot. The evening brought back the crowd. They walked all over him but never too close. The wind had grown stronger.
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