"He was a thin man, father," the boy said, "I don't know but I didn't like him. He's a bad man, father."
The boy went on describing the intruder. A thin man. A gaunt man. Looked like he played in the sand. Soft spoken. Tired eyes. Box cutter in his pocket.
It was one of those feelings when you know the person's gonna do something bad. And he did.
It was stupid though. Should've done something about it. Instead of being fearstruck.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Mauvais rêve
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3 comments:
nice entry... bitin! what happened next? what did the man do bad? hehe ang kulit
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cfyqs - come for your queen, sean =)
up until now, i haven't read the da vinci code. i should go grab me a copy one of these days.
I like both Dan Brown's DVC and Angels and Demons, but between the two, I like DVC better. It's fiction but it kinda gave you new focus on your faith, despite it being fiction.
+++ ozsflku - Organic Zebra Stripes Form Linear Killing Urges
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