Ramos S.

EDDIE Hi, my name is Eddie Banks. Well, maybe, it’s not, but it’ll do. I’ve been meaning something to tell. It’s a bit late for me to come down: the wind might blow me off. I’ve been careful before, don’t worry about me. Just look where it got us! Two fellows—and two eyes—having a tete-a-tete. I’m going to tell you a story; hell, might even throw in a few, if the wind is right. People are so small from up here, you can even begin to think that they’re not a bunch of ignorant dirtbags, hating each other’s guts. I’ve been on the market for a while to know it’s absurd to believe in a better tomorrow...

MIRROR 1 They tell me I’ve always been the one to reflect and twist things that don’t bend. Well, I think it’s high time to prove them right because it just so happens that there is something I’d been meaning to get off my chest. I was listening to the music that I didn’t understand sitting by a counter of a ski resort place we decided to rent for the holidays. It was supposed to be one of those weekend trips to unveil and let our hair down; to be away from the Big Apple for a while to regain some of the mana spent at work. The music, right—it was the sort of pop song you hear from every hole until...

FLING That was some time ago when my mother’s friend came over from somewhere in the North. I didn’t much care for the social civic duties, because, albeit I’d just celebrated my 24th, and decided it that was my precious time to spend home on holidays. Life in the city had been driving me crazy, and things hadn’t been sound at home lately. There was a spacious apartment with several rooms in the hometown—a long corridor, giving out to the suites, like in some expensive hotel your firm pays you to stay and cheat on your wife at. This friend, Helen was her name, had a couple of brats—I knew that from the old days, but didn’t expect them to be anywhere over 14...

THANKSGIVING ____ I 1 It was a little gray outside with the Sun rarely peeking out, but Jane felt that she had never been happier in her life. As she was fixing the thanksgiving turkey on this drizzling Thursday, the only person she could think of as her soon-to-be-husband. Having done a decent job, she felt dizzy and decided to take a catnap; the rain was softly whispering, the drops melodically touching the windowsill, you have to drift to sleep. After the midday sleep, she turned off the alarm clock, and went to the kitchen. It wasn’t raining anymore, and she could see the sunlight breaking through...