Monday, May 05, 2008

Freewrite # 7 - We miss you.

Yesterday "the smiling man" was found dead .

There was no note beside his pillow or on his desk . There were no stale vegitables in his kitchen . The sheets were washed, clean and were smelling like fresh flowers. The cupboards were neatly closed and his books were dust free. He must have prepared for this.

While living between the streets of the big city, he must have gone through a lot of pain. Yet he made a lot of people think, laugh and smile ... His countless 'virtueless' 'friends' would still remember the numerous rides of joy he accompanied them.

Smile does mask a lot of pain.

He still has a lively smile on his, otherwise , dead face. I still cant believe he is dead. We miss you smiling man .

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"Florentino is so in love with Fermina that he eats gardenias and drinks cologne so that he can know her taste. He becomes drunk on the cologne, and his mother finds him the next morning, in a puddle of his vomit, in a cove of the bay where drowning victims are known to wash ashore" - Love in the time of Cholera