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entire world in recent
years.
A messy world.
The center of the room was taken up by a large executive
chair, well-padded with black leather. Zomy bought it himself, after he refused
to settle for the simple government chair that was issued to him.
"If I'm going to be buried here," he told
everybody, "then I may as well feel comfortable."
The problem was the chair was almost bigger than the room.
There was hardly any space left between it and the desk. Therefore, Zomy had to
squeeze himself into it by jumping from the top. He liked it, though. It was
like jumping in a sports car. A small price to pay for convenience.
The other piece of furniture in the room was a bit hard to
see. It was too crowded with papers, books, pens from various periods in the
history of the complex (some were still good, though) an ergonomic keyboard, a
standard keyboard, a mouse, and a monumental computer screen, showing a
painfully large number of windows.
Under the table it was relatively tidy. Four locked drawers
held their secrets below the right side of the table, and on the left loomed a
Babylonian tower of disks.
The walls were decent looking, too. White, absent of any
picture, statue or mask. Only one small Hamsa opened a curious blue eye,
somewhere on the right wall.
“It's over," a woman's voice surprised him. "They
went away, everyone."
*
Liron_annoyed: You two are an item, eh?
Chromosome: No, not at all.
Liron_annoyed: You can't fool me. You're talking about her
too much.
Chromosome: I'm talking about her too little, believe me.
Liron_annoyed: What do you mean?
Chromosome: That she deserves a bigger part in this story,
but in order to protect her I conceal it.
Liron_annoyed: Have you told her yet?
Chromosome: About us???
Liron_annoyed: No, about you! That you love her.
Chromosome: Nonsense!!!
Liron_annoyed: I told you, you can't fool me here. It
screams from your words.
Chromosome: Nah. I don't love her. She is great, that's
true, but that's all.
Liron_annoyed: Is she married?
Chromosome: No.
Liron_annoyed: Involved with someone?
Chromosome: Not anymore.
Liron_annoyed: : -)))
Chromosome: What are you smiling about, little pervert?
Liron_annoyed: Just because.
Chromosome: Then wipe that smile, there is nothing between
us.
Liron_annoyed: When you want to share, just tell me.
Chromosome: No problems, Doctor Love.
Liron_annoyed: : -)
*
Zomy looked up into Lia's green eyes.
"Look what I found." He handed her the champagne
cork.
Lia took the cap in her hand, turned it slightly between her
long fingers, and finally put it into the right pocket of her doctor's coat.
"A souvenir," she said, lips curved down.
A keen ear would recognize the remains of an accent in her
speech. Not while she was normally talking - only at certain moments, when
emotions were mixed into her words. Only then you could notice there was
something not entirely Israeli there. Something foreign.
"You took it badly, this death scene."
"Listen...Bobby was here for quite some time. And he's not
just a dog. He's almost human. Like a… little boy. Our little boy."
"Even little boys die sometimes."
A brief silence took over the room. They dipped in each
other's eyes, but each of them swam in his own world. For the first time in a
long time, Zomy allowed himself to think about the real reason that led him
into the little filthy, overcrowded room. He groped for it without a thought,
his OWN souvenir, hidden in a golden pendant to hang around his neck.
"Let's have a drink," Lia finally blurted out.
03/27/01 Email
I thought a lot about what you said and maybe you're right.
I had Lia on my mind for quite a long time and I'm pretty sure she thinks about
me, too. For example, the same night after Bobby died we went to a bar and
didn’t talk at all. We just sat there silently and looked at each other.
There were several times I was sure she wanted to tell me
something but she never did. Then I took her hand and stroked her
years.
A messy world.
The center of the room was taken up by a large executive
chair, well-padded with black leather. Zomy bought it himself, after he refused
to settle for the simple government chair that was issued to him.
"If I'm going to be buried here," he told
everybody, "then I may as well feel comfortable."
The problem was the chair was almost bigger than the room.
There was hardly any space left between it and the desk. Therefore, Zomy had to
squeeze himself into it by jumping from the top. He liked it, though. It was
like jumping in a sports car. A small price to pay for convenience.
The other piece of furniture in the room was a bit hard to
see. It was too crowded with papers, books, pens from various periods in the
history of the complex (some were still good, though) an ergonomic keyboard, a
standard keyboard, a mouse, and a monumental computer screen, showing a
painfully large number of windows.
Under the table it was relatively tidy. Four locked drawers
held their secrets below the right side of the table, and on the left loomed a
Babylonian tower of disks.
The walls were decent looking, too. White, absent of any
picture, statue or mask. Only one small Hamsa opened a curious blue eye,
somewhere on the right wall.
“It's over," a woman's voice surprised him. "They
went away, everyone."
*
Liron_annoyed: You two are an item, eh?
Chromosome: No, not at all.
Liron_annoyed: You can't fool me. You're talking about her
too much.
Chromosome: I'm talking about her too little, believe me.
Liron_annoyed: What do you mean?
Chromosome: That she deserves a bigger part in this story,
but in order to protect her I conceal it.
Liron_annoyed: Have you told her yet?
Chromosome: About us???
Liron_annoyed: No, about you! That you love her.
Chromosome: Nonsense!!!
Liron_annoyed: I told you, you can't fool me here. It
screams from your words.
Chromosome: Nah. I don't love her. She is great, that's
true, but that's all.
Liron_annoyed: Is she married?
Chromosome: No.
Liron_annoyed: Involved with someone?
Chromosome: Not anymore.
Liron_annoyed: : -)))
Chromosome: What are you smiling about, little pervert?
Liron_annoyed: Just because.
Chromosome: Then wipe that smile, there is nothing between
us.
Liron_annoyed: When you want to share, just tell me.
Chromosome: No problems, Doctor Love.
Liron_annoyed: : -)
*
Zomy looked up into Lia's green eyes.
"Look what I found." He handed her the champagne
cork.
Lia took the cap in her hand, turned it slightly between her
long fingers, and finally put it into the right pocket of her doctor's coat.
"A souvenir," she said, lips curved down.
A keen ear would recognize the remains of an accent in her
speech. Not while she was normally talking - only at certain moments, when
emotions were mixed into her words. Only then you could notice there was
something not entirely Israeli there. Something foreign.
"You took it badly, this death scene."
"Listen...Bobby was here for quite some time. And he's not
just a dog. He's almost human. Like a… little boy. Our little boy."
"Even little boys die sometimes."
A brief silence took over the room. They dipped in each
other's eyes, but each of them swam in his own world. For the first time in a
long time, Zomy allowed himself to think about the real reason that led him
into the little filthy, overcrowded room. He groped for it without a thought,
his OWN souvenir, hidden in a golden pendant to hang around his neck.
"Let's have a drink," Lia finally blurted out.
03/27/01 Email
I thought a lot about what you said and maybe you're right.
I had Lia on my mind for quite a long time and I'm pretty sure she thinks about
me, too. For example, the same night after Bobby died we went to a bar and
didn’t talk at all. We just sat there silently and looked at each other.
There were several times I was sure she wanted to tell me
something but she never did. Then I took her hand and stroked her
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