Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Saturday, November 08, 2003

John: I’m calling through my mobile phone. I’m all set baby. I don’t think I can wait no more.

Sarah: Oh common—you’re starting again

John: I went back to the place where I first saw you. I don’t know, but I feel weird. It seems that the air is saying your name. It can’t be true. But it’s another magic day. I wake up in dream. Every where I turn, I see you.

Sarah: Please John, I can’t hear all these things you’re saying. Marla called this afternoon. She broke the news. Vincent is in town.

John: What? That’s not possible. Tell me that’s not true.

Sarah: It’s true. Vincent is here. He called Marla to check if I am still staying at my old apartment.

John: Please Sarah, don’t see him. His going to take you with him this time. I cannot allow that. Not now when I am all set to see you.

Sarah: Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.

John: I am sorry…

Sarah: I don’t want to feel angry for the rest of my life, John. Hey, I need to go. I am so tired. It’s not easy to have three jobs.

John: why the hell do you need to abuse yourself by working so hard. Go back to your family

Sarah: I can’t… I am a disgrace. My father will never forgive me. Bye, John…


What will happen to Sarah and John? Who’s Vincent? Why can’t Sarah go back to her family?


Please watch out for the continuation of Sarah and John here at Scribble ;)

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