I had a friend named Tunc. He was not really a friend, we worked together for a short while. He was very tall and skinny, long thin nose, pale skin and dark hair. His two front teeth were slightly overlapping, lisping a bit as he
"I could see the apartment from here" I looked more carefully "couldn't I?!" I squinted a bit and tried to find the window of the apartment. I can clearly see the terrace of the bar of that hotel, I thought to myself as I sat back
I have already sent you text messages, and have fully updated you with the flood of bad news on my end. But I thought I write all about it anyway. I'm not even sure if you receive any of my letters anymore. Lots of thoughts
"Your phone is ringing!" Ertu said as he pointed to my phone on the table. I saw the bright screen glowing underneath my wallet. I picked it up. It wasn't an incoming call, it was outgoing--my phone had ringed someone. It called my dad, and
The rain was so mad, we had no other choice but to run. We were on our way home. It was pouring on us. It started mad and lasted long, even an hour after we got home. Hard to believe it was happening. How long
I gave Olga a pen and a piece of paper. That's the only way how to entertain a seven-year-old. "But what do I draw?" She asked innocently. "Anything you like!" I answered. "I could write you a letter." "That's the best idea. Please do!" I was delighted. She sat