The days go by slowly. Slowly, as well, Anna vanishes from my mind. I won’t text her, because I wouldn’t know what to say after Saturday, and I don’t wanna bother her. She won’t write, maybe for the same reason, or just because “fuck it.” And these days will become weeks, and the weeks, months….
Read moreBlah 08: Negative
“Negative?” I ask, for the third time. The nurse, in her thick Danish accent, sighs and confirms. “Yes. You tested negative for HIV, hepatitis, gonorrhea…” I stop listening there. I’m clean. Lucky bastard. Now, Anna could still be pregnant, though. Would she ever tell me if she was? Would she keep it? “My child.” I’m…
Read moreBlah 07: Unconventional
I brush my teeth and realize that the toothbrush I bought for Anna, the first time she stayed over, is still there on the sink. I sigh. “I’m glad that, for a change, I didn’t fuck things up,” I think. It’s relieving. I had doubts and fears all along, but I didn’t fuck it up….
Read moreBlah 06: Wherever
It is such a nice, warm night. “I should be out there, fucking someone,” I think, opening the door to my building. I go upstairs to my flat. It’s Saturday night and I sit at my table, trying to type words that make sense. Trying to understand whatever the fuck is happening in my life….
Read moreBlah 05: Existential Saturday
I wake up at 8 AM. Went to bed at 2. Fuck. Can’t sleep. I roll around between the sheets until 9. Just to feel I rested. I get up, naked. The day begins. I put on the bathrobe Anna used to wear when she stayed over. It still smells like her. I sniff it,…
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