MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD
CATASTROPHIC
*Ship raised again high. Then for a moment, thump again.
Making the child's face.
The panda doll finally fell from the grasp of the hand (which
eventually weakened by trepidation). Slipping slowly on the boat floor.
The one-two mentality followed the increasingly uncontrollable movements of the boat.
Be active.... Upper.... Bottom.... Upper.... Bottom.... Toss.... Left.... Rightist....
Left.... Rightist....
"BEACH!" The thunder barked, six seconds after that lightning, clanging
deafening, clashing
with frantic cries of the crew of the fishing boat and its passengers.
The movement of the panda doll was stuck on the wall of the ship....
Trembling Qintan, half-afraid half-anxious over the fate of his puppet
crawling trying to get it....
"DON'T LET GO OF THE HANDLE, QINTAN!"
The little girl looked scared. But
the doll? The doll?
"STAY ON THE SPOT, QINTAN!" Who just cried out loudly mediate
frenetic sound of the storm, trying to hold the body of the little girl who
it's half crawling. "DNTUM!"
Be late. All slammed! For a moment!
And the 27-year-old with the bad sideburns,
long hair, long hair, the smell of alcohol
also slammed. Falling from an old bed. THE JDUT!
His head hit the sides of the bed.
With half-open red eyes, hands
flailing, the young man tried to sit down
while cursing slowly....
The sun has long been high, so high it has even fallen again.
The young man hissed. Stabbing his bad-tone forehead. Redder.
Swiping his full cheek. Slutty! Don't care. Wiped his eyes
once more. Stare around in a daze. Twilight. It's 16:30.
At least that's what the old clock reads 'Seiko'
on wall.
"The long needle in the number six, the short needle in the number eight.... Ergh....
So, so, ergh, no! Don't help Qintan! Let Qintan answer....
Ergh.... Half, half,.... Ouch, Brother. Coral don't help Qintan...
half, half eight! Aye, right?" Laughing, they were happy to be
bad again! Three years.... He was always waking up to nightmares.
Thirsty. His throat is thirsty. Grunting doesn't matter. Meanings
not no matter the thirst, but trying not to care about
the pieces of memories just now that shot up filled every millimeter of his brain.
Stand limped. Staggered. Pain. His body feels pain. His head too
it hurts so much. Step towards the door. His leg's stuck
one of the thick books on the wooden floor. "Simon Freud, Psychic Analysis
The Children". Don't care. The young man kicked the book. Child
ladder squeaking. Noisy. Always like this. But, at least it's useful
also, this annoying sound kept him awake. Make it
consciously, do not lose control of the balance of the body even though he went home early
day and very drunk. Keep moving towards the kitchen. Pass through space
middle. The fat mothers of the owners of the house looked over. Putting knit on
hand. "You're awake. A reef?"
The young man snorted. Sure was! How he
can you walk while you are still sleeping? Always a stupid question
What did bule say? Just making conversation!. Just trying
making conversation. Fopping. In this city that shitty sentence
called pleasantries. And it's really stale it's pointless. Youth
the tangles did not care, continuing to step towards the kitchen, which was separated
by thin brick wall with middle space. Grabbing plastic water holder.
Straight up from the neck of the goose. Slopped. Wetting the collar of the shirt.
Seeps down.
The fat mothers stood up from their rotational seats,
staring concerned. Even if I don't speak anymore.
Just noticed.
"There's a headache cure?" Grumbled.
The mothers shook slowly.
"There's a headache cure? My head hurts so much!" Sharp-worded.
"You drink it every day! Too often, too often,
bad for your health!"
"Give it!" The young man stared fiercely.
"You should know that, my son!" Those mothers
take a short breath, moving closer.
"Give it!" Snorted.
"Up to when things will continue to go bad like this. Coral*?"
