Bellevue beach

"Can I get your bottle, please" he said, my childhood friend, standing beside me, as I hold the bag, that contained all the bottles we collected since our last walk to the shop

Eyes passing by

Sometimes it seems to me, when looking in the eyes of people passing by, they are starring into fires that has long stopped burning

Sitting in history

I pick the motive in the middle, like it, it reminds me of opening the drawer, where my granddad kept all the things he didn't know where to put.

The diary

I washed my hands and walked back out in the sunlight, back to the table in front of the smokehouse, where she sat... looking at me with my diary open in her hands... "That is some stories there, Frits" She said

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