Write minute a day


 First fell a mushroom, then a cup. Moment later we heard a bang and all the silver and chandeliers rattled.

“Oh!” my grandmother cheerfully set down her plate with cake. “That’s my neighbor! He weights a ton! I think he’s had a heart attack – how lovely! Perhaps I can have the flat?”


 The UFO puffed and huffed, covered everything in coal dust before landing six feet away behind our dear dead-and-still-a-Mayor’s mausoleum. It should have exploded, now that would be a drama!

I stared after that smoking monstrosity and split my lips into thin line.

We didn’t like changes around here – I didn’t like changes! We even had only one Mayor and he was kept a mayor after his death, because no one could imagine going through that much of a mess in that short of time!

How dared those… those… whoever they were! How dared they come and destroy our perfectly preserved routine!

Others began gathering around. Yes, this was a drama, but imagine us having children – now THAT’s a drama! First you grew bigger for nine months and there was just no time to getting used to it and by the time you accepted so many changes, you got a screaming bundle of six feet that just wouldn’t stop making a mess! And that if you only had ONE kid! Imagine you got two! Then you’d have twelve feet tossing around – if they’d move any faster it would create a halo around your head!

Oh, this was indeed not a good sign!


 Martin scratched his hairline. He had just pulled his deep fridge open and was now staring at his electronic car keys frozen in a plastic box with plenty of water.

“What is my car keys doing in the fridge?” He frowned.

He remember the party had lasted till early hours and most of them were out by five, but he didn’t remember anyone doing this.

His flat mate was however remembered perfectly well and while crunching in his roast, mumbled: “You said – this’ gonna really confuse me tomorrow.” He swallowed the dry bread and took a sip of coffee. “Apparently drunk you plays pranks on hangover you.”

Martin winched, but took out his block of solid ice.

“Next time, tell my drunk me that such pranks cost too much.” After giving it some thought he tossed the brick back in the fridge.

“What happened?”

“You started keeping count of only every even numbered drink you had.” He finished his bread. “Oh, which reminds me – someone switched your cash for Monopoly money after midnight so you couldn’t get any more drinks at the bar.”

“How kind of them.”

“Don’t worry! If it was Cindy, she’ll at least give it back. If it was Mary you’ll never see it again.”


 James Madrid Francisco III was up late in the night in the dormitory in his private high school, when he noticed something odd, when returning from the wash room around midnight. It was twinkle of light, but so odd and wrongly placed, that he felt the need to go and check it over.

He didn’t bother dressing up and only pulled his rain coat over his blue striped pajamas and hid his feet in pair of shoes before sneaking out of the house and heading straight to the old chapel in the middle of the massive green lawn, the pride of the entire school.

There was someone there, lurking around and if there was anything he tolerated less, was some peasant growling in at the late hours to paint some graffiti over their property. And it was his property.

He was not prepared to find instead a young lady, dressed in jeans and light jacket, holding high dusty candleholder and sticking her nose close to one of the old murals decorating the chapel. She had climbed higher to get a closer look.

“I hope you don’t fall, milady?”

That was enough to cause her lose her footing, but she gained it fast, only loosing her candles.

“You startled me!”

“What are you looking for? Here, at such ghastly hour?”

“A painting, nothing more. This particular one here – see? It’s from sixteenth century, yet I know one with the same lady in another chapel that’s century older!”

Her enthusiasm was remarkable. So were the bright white hair that rolled around her neck, when she spoke and so unladylike tossed her hands around. She wasn’t local, definitely not from his class and what more – she wasn’t here to paint some graffiti.


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