Back Pain Above The Waist

The fridge door opened. And a dim light bathes the room dark.
The last man on earth was sitting at the table in the kitchen. He ate a pizza in the dark.
frowned, already wrinkled by time. He was thirsty.
his gaze to the fridge. Something strange was happening in his freezer.
move.
Maybe there was something alive in the fridge. Otherwise, he thought, would have remained stationary.
I wonder if that thing was moving in the fridge was good to eat.
or whether it was she who wanted to eat. A slice of pizza's choked.
In any case, now there were at least two in there. The refrigerator was
now come very close to him. Semi open. And as it moved, it seemed that he was going to do two more steps. In his direction.
tried to think of something else. But he found it difficult.
beers were in the fridge. Thanks to this, at least he avoided getting up to get one. The fridge
move. The bottles rattled, and something fell to the ground.
The man ate the last slice of pizza.
replay the past. Perhaps because there remained little to live.
His thoughts had flown back in time, when he saw a man sitting in Red Square, drinking a coffee. He realized at that moment that the Cold War was over.
But not in the sense that imagined. No one had imagined that a war stops being cold, when reheating.
And now, there was just to tell him.
The fridge took another step. He had put on the table with him. A gurgling, inhuman
left out the door half open. In the kitchen, spread a musty smell.
The man reached out a hand with a gesture dry. Hazardous. And stuck it in the fridge. A long while
a century. The hand encountered something cold. But not surprised. It was still a refrigerator.
He came out unscathed. Close with a beer between his fingers.
was then that the refrigerator door suddenly flew open.
The light struck him in the darkness of the room and almost blinded him. A cheese
multi color now, what was the most closely to life in the cold source of light.
The hope of discovering a sunset. No surprise, surprise was the worst.
Whatever had been, would have broken the dominance of a number.
The last man on earth she felt alone.
's mind was no longer his ally. Sought elsewhere, the company that he did not know her.
Day after day, more and more away, in search of someone or something better than him. Today
a refrigerator. Tomorrow ... who will bring to the table?
She wanted to leave. Like all the others.
The cold of the refrigerator, took possession of him.
He could not afford. He would not let her go. It was his mind. His and hers alone.

In one hand he held a beer, and in the other a gun.
leaned his lips first and the second where he was the one who wanted to leave.
The last man on earth sat in the kitchen with a gun to my head when someone knocked at the door.
He smiled. Yet another trick of his mind buggy?
curiosity was strong. The
grazed his desire that the door there was a woman.
Perhaps it was the woman of his dreams, the one that went to visit him every night, charming, seductive and
... No! Suddenly, the fear of hearing his name took over.
could not be what was taking shape in his mind. It was a joke too great to bear.
If he had said his name was Eva, would suffice as evidence to prove that it was just an attempt of his mind to make fun of him?
The smile of the new Adam, became a sneer.
Living with someone, had long been his only desire. But now, it was becoming a nightmare of the worst. Soon, he would not even been able to distinguish between reality and deception.
had to close the accounts until he was able to do so. The last breath, I would have used to yell at the woman who was holding at gunpoint, that would not have won.

Red Face After Eating Vegetables

Only Want The Ghost Writer Stereo

soon entered the room could not help but notice it.
He stood there and hung at the same time, pervasive and ruthless.
spares no one. Men or women who were, had all come to terms with him.
Within that crowded room, a quiet reigned apparent ill-concealed behind a basic tension.
In the middle of the night decided to approach as he had no one else dared to do until then.
She sat down in front. The team looked at him and as he was to settle the tie, he stood between them the operator of that mysterious room, which he had heard so much about.
strange stories about that place. Conflicting voices. But no one knew anything of the operator. He decided
then have a beer and served a Lucifer. Belgian Beer said. Grinning agreed, and since the other looked at him, he decided to take the first step.
- Desiree - he began, - shrewd and provocative name for a club night, not to mention the name of the beer.
But on the other side never got any response. The manager, was limited to team with a look eloquent and just as elusive.
the customer gave up and picked up where she had left. The tie. While
system known that his image was reflected mercilessly. That mirror was just as ruthless. He had never seen him so. He looked terrible, tired, and with a long beard and sunken eyes. He could not to accept, to the point of not being able to watch more than a few seconds at a time.
was pervaded by a growing malaise, but could not break away from the curiosity and the way in which the spectacle loomed over him. The manager seemed to have noticed his discomfort and with a gesture of defiance, he approached the mirror.
The customer started. Not believing his eyes, he noticed that the image of the operator, is not reflected in the mirror. It was as if it were transparent.
He repeated three times that control, and this only served to point out that customers in the room were not quite the same as those reflected in the mirror.
Their eyes, their faces, even their actions were not the same. Even
the room pictured on the glass had little in common with the place where he was.
Desiree, in the mirror, was wrapped in a blanket of smoke. At first he thought that the mirror was dirty. But after a few moments he noticed that customers reflected therein, they were just smoking!
This was disarming. He was about to order a whiskey, but he remembered that had to drive.
The moment the thought, he saw himself reflected with a glass of whiskey in his hand. In the other he held a lit cigarette. And yet it was drinking and was not even smoke. He had only wanted to. The manager stared at him, slyly, aloof, with an irreverent look. Has anyone else noticed his surprise. A guy looking
sinister in the mirror because in reality, with the tail bud and beard, stood a few steps from him, flipping through a magazine Yoga DIY. She stared at him, approached him and said:
- First time here, eh? - Laughed and exchanged looks alluring with the manager, turned on his heels and disappeared.
The man in the mirror with whiskey in hand, made a hearty drink, and widened the neck of his shirt, taking off his tie.
As he watched his alter ego with ill-concealed terror, another guy with thick glasses, face as a lawyer, and look ambiguous, put his hand on his shoulder and whispered:
- Quiet, you'll get used to.
- Getting used ... - he said stunned pointing to the mirror - but everything is different ... the place is different ... the desire is ...
- Stereo. - Replied the other making a large circle with an open hand. - Even in a stereo music comes from different places. But music is always the same ... no?
And he too disappeared.
To distract from the mirror and thought those two characters, began to look around.
felt the need to stay in reality. The room, however, was anything but relaxing. Paintings with anger, to make his mark, they were there to fix it. He had the impression that one of them even want to swallow. Strong colors, images, transporting the viewer elsewhere.
music also. Persuasive and redundant, entered the ego already tried and stunned by these visions, undermining the will of the listeners. All
attracted him to that place, and at the same time disturbed him.
Between the two, the fear took over and got up.
A figure of a woman appeared in front. With a smile spread it. He moved a strand of blond hair and parted lips.
- You're leaving already? - He said in a hoarse voice. I touched with one hand on the neck and without stopping, walked away ..
He was struck to the point of languid follow with his eyes, and jaw dangling. Then he turned and looked in the mirror to fix it not too hard.
in the mirror But she was not moving away. He stood there, talking with his alter ego, who put on a great business to do the pleasing. And she seemed to appreciate.
Sin too. The two were exchanging strong feelings. Irrespective of the eyes of others. He felt embarrassed, perhaps because in the end it was still his image, even if reflected. Yet part of him was flattered at being morbidly clinging to the blonde who was not even remotely thought you could have it in front of everyone. Meanwhile
longed for his party a happy ending, saw them leave together and go through the room with ease in the bathroom door, where they stayed a long time.
When his libido went out, he began to ruminate on what happened. Needless to hide the fact that the desire to go to the bathroom with the blonde came to him, the moment when she touched in that way.
But he would not have ever done, thought his wife would stop. But did not stop his thoughts. It was as if they had been screened at that big screen in front of him. Everything seemed absurd. Now he, too, like the manager, did not appear in the mirror. And now I understand why.
was certain he had seen enough and decided to settle accounts with the place. He introduced himself to the manager and said
- The Lucifer I pay. The manager made a
crooked grin, and stood up behind the customer a fat laugh chorus that was all for him.
- And the whiskey and the blonde who pays them? - The item was petrifying. One of those that dig in to the soul. Both the tone that made his eyes seemed to feel uncomfortable. With a whisper for that unexpected and unwanted limelight when the customer replied.
- But I only took a Lucifer!
A motorcyclist standing behind him, recognizable by the smell emanating its leather garments tattered and worn, looked in the mirror even riding a Harley Davidson, leaning on the counter of the local. Suddenly his mouth half full, spread his arms and snapped:
- Here we go again. Here's another who thinks he wants to come here and take her without giving anything in return.
The customer was perplexed and bewildered:
- But here ... what will?
Another customer, angered by the complaints of the newcomer, she concluded categorically.
- Come on you know it, saw it all the blonde! - The rest of the audience, variously assorted railed on the poor customer who does not understand what they wanted from him.
In the mirror he had just returned from the bathroom while his alter ego, and threw himself down the last swig of whiskey, looking relaxed and pleased.
- But I have not done anything! I just wanted to! - He shouted, looking at man counter.
The centaur, pointing blurted out: - What a discovery! Do you think I'd be here if I had the money to buy a Harley like that?!
The rider on the Harley, with a clamshell sandwich in hand, straddle the bike and stepped down. But the customer in the mirror, it was not meek like what he was trying to pay the bill and sneak off. And then, thought it well to spread on the bald head of the centaur, the remnants of the shell in his hand. The centaur was green in the face, a bit 'because even the tartar sauce.
The brawl that broke out in the mirror, half of the customers involved therein reflected, smashing a large part of the virtual room, and bringing the score close to the triumph. But as one against all, had to resign.
Meanwhile, the cashier, the customer incravattato, degeneration even before the events there, he decided to conclude.
- So How much is the total?
stroking the tail with one hand, the manager pointed to the damage to local blatantly projected behind him, and then retouched the bill and submitted it to the customer, which exploded
- But you are all crazy! Where do you go to take a figure like that? And for what? I only took a Lucifer!
The manager kept looking at the mirror, as well as customers.
And he took advantage. She reached the door, and ran off while behind him, its image in the mirror he was chased into the clutches of a wiry that did not emit a sound, and also seemed deaf to the cries of the binding that is waving and shouting expletives at the time of his like was that if the heels. He also did not seem to want to stay there. But nobody could do anything about it.
did not seem to be true even come out of that place.
decided to get into the car and go as far as possible.
But where? The steering wheel in hand, he realized that he did not want to go anywhere.
even to return home to his wife. Neither one wanted to drive. He felt empty, devoid of desires. It was as if they had all left the place in which they summed up in one word.
In the meantime was wondering if it was because of something he had been drinking in the room, he remembered the only words urlategli behind by the operator while putting on his door.
- We will keep the pledge as ... ...!
He could not hear all the words but gave no weight.
Everything was so absurd that night, but finally was over.
He stopped the car near the train station. Almost without thinking, picked up the rearview mirror, and put his nose to review in its banal as craved normality.
Nothing!
The face was not there.
He was not there. Yet he touched, felt in the mirror but there was no trace of him.
got out and looked in the windows steamed up. But even there, there were neither his face or him.
That night passed quickly. He tried his image everywhere. In the windows of the houses on the handles, in puddles, anything that would reflect a ray of light.
The next morning found themselves a car parked at the station with the door open, and a dress on the seat.
in the country immediately began to turn a strange story, the alien owner of the car found at the station. And incidentally, this time it seemed that the guy in question was last seen in the usual local legend from which came a week.
The name was always the same, and the stories so many that there was now no longer the case.