I Killed the Evil in Him

The doorbell rang. It was 3am. Two men broke the silence wildly on the dark streets. One kept beating a drum, the other one blew a shepherd pipe. Everyone had to wake up. They had no other choice. My mum answered the doorbell. It was her friend who was worried that we might have failed…

And another Job Interview

And another interview a few months after her sudden, unexpected resignation. The part of her that seemed and sounded mad to others quietly shouted at her million times: “Fuck that! Fuck that fucking vicious circle! Fuck it and get out of it!” It was too late; she had accepted the job interview. “THIS IS THE…