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Lost on You

Lost on You

He called me while he was driving in the countryside. It was a Saturday evening submerged in low spirits, as we have been fighting. When his phone number flashed, I hastily picked up and was prepared to say sorry. No words were exchanged with a long silence on his...
What is love?

What is love?

I just received the call on the secure phone line from the CIA. They warned me about Tokyo’s fast reactions; following the escalation of conflicts between the United States and Japan an hour ago. “Your facial expression displays shocks and concerns after...
Strangers Again

Strangers Again

Strangers. Friends. Lovers. Strangers again. It was one of those unremarkable business trips on a Friday, outbound from London to Vienna. The morning rain dazzled outside as I dragged my tired self to the Business Class lane. Throwing the Financial Times copy on the...