He was thrown into the chasm, the first to be thrown in there. He gritted his teeth as he landed on two legs, and limped, holding one knee like he smashed that leg on something hard. But the leg has no shoe. The other leg still has. It was not yet dark. He saw a brief plank and sat on it, on the grasses, his back on the base of the coarse wall of the structure called house. He was tired and his back was in pain. He felt his chest pocket and unbuttoned it. He lit his cigarette, his back still wedged against the coarse wall, and his eyes were closed. If he had no cigarettes in his pocket, he would have died. He kept smoking one stick after another until he dropped himself down, lying on the plank but folded his knees, his one leg still in the one shoe. He felt protected by it. When he jumped awake, it was night. " God! Oh God...!" he was shaking, thanking God. The snake did not move fast even with the jump and stagger. It crawled over his neck and now moving silently and slowl
Don Marcello. You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! She wrote the curses continuously on a piece of paper and gingerly went to her kitchen window and threw down the piece of paper in case he was alive, in case he would see it and read it. Don Marcello, EoT( eyes on target)at the site of the refuse dump where he cleared the grasses, a piece of white paper tossed down, fell on the refuse dump. His waist creaked but he managed to get up and from the refuse dump began to open the paper. It was initially rumpled.Melissa, not satisfied by what she did, wanted to hear him. To know why all the embarrassment? Why did he leave his ex, to come after her? She wanted to know if he was mad. His actions had defied explanation. What kind of love is he professing now? She shook her head and fell on the bed crying but controlling her cry. Up, she went to a drawer, loosed a thread from its roll wrote the worst expletives on a piece of paper, and tied the long thread to it with a pe
"Once a man dies!" Don Marcello, his hand turned the lever of the parlor door down and like a spirit, he exited, and moved from place to place, until he located Capo Carlsbad's office and entered it.The clock on the wall was 2:00 .On the light? No. Where to start? Where you start? Where to start?Thinking of where to start as he sat in Capo Carlsbad's swivel chair, his forehead rested on the desk. It was a deep sleep. His intention: Since he would be out, the last effort was to garner the information that would ruin Melissa's husband's economy. She will be forced to reconsider her adamant stance.He was thrown up by the opening of the office door.But he was swiftly safe in the store. He crawled into the only place available? The maid briskly walked into the store and took a mob, a pail, and an air freshener.He knew he was covered but did not know what covered him but he knew he had nailed himself like in a coffin, no scrawling out, no sideway movements. What the military calls
Don Marcello. Would he regret it at last if Melissa finds a suitor? Young madam, as she was known by the domestic staff sat at her vanity table doing the final beauty regime as she does. She had just been attended to by the chief maid who styled her hair. But in her situation, she hears and obeys those inner voices: A little retouch, here, yes. All to get back her husband's attention Picking her little comb for a bit of a retouch in her hair, hoping she would look cute, she felt a movement of somebody walking in. It was Don Marcello, her husband. He stopped at her back groaned her name maiden name and handed her an envelope. Her eyes glittered with the envelope bearing the maiden name: Melissa Cole. "Toasting afresh?" Her fingers trembled, pulling out the paper in the white envelope. Exasperated, she rested the back of her neck on the edge of the chair at the vanity table. A while later, she read it again. A divorce paper duly signed. "Don Marcello." she nodded. It dawned
Melissa saw a restaurant out of Cosa town and entered. The manager came in. One of the service girls told him," The girl sitting down there...yes, in a floral gown, she said she wants to see you for a job, maybe."He gazed at her. " Yes, Ms. Can I help you, please? " he asked as he walked to her. She had stood up." Can you kindly offer me any type of job here? I am also stranded," said Melissa."What kind of job!" the manager felt sympathetic rather. Taking her to his office, she asked if she could bring her bag in?""Oh! Do you have a bag? Get it in." he permitted.She pulled it along, up into the restaurant."This way," She followed the manager and left the bag in his office foyer.Sitting before him, he asked her why she was stranded."For now, we have no agenda to employ. The guy that washes plates in the kitchen works hourly."Melissa said." I was driven away by my boyfriend at Cosa.""You want to have transport fare to go home?""I want to work and make a living.""Okay. Tha
Melissa Gets Suitor Mrs P, the MD of the Cottage came around the restaurant cum lodging, seeing Melissa asked, " Who is this? ""She was employed last year, Ma," the chef answered her."Come, keep the plates," she told Melissa.She switched off the plate washer and walked out to the door where Mrs P stopped. "Have you been working as a kitchen attendant?"Melissa," answered firmly," No, Ma. But I am catching up.""No. Come, come, come." she took her away, and entered her office with her." Sit down. You are from where?""Cosa," she answered."Why did you seek for a job?" She fixed eyes on her. "My boyfriend quarreled with me. So, I was stranded. I felt I needed to fend for myself.""How old are you?""25 years"." Did he abuse you?" "No." "Were you engaged to him?""Yes. We were married. He divorced me. ""Okay, you are divorced. Fine. Have you worked in the office once?""No. But I have a degree in economics.""Good. Good. You will be of help. Have you had your breakfast? " "No.
One of the lodgers greeted Mrs P from the balcony of his chalet. She gave him a wave. In the restaurant, she asked the service girls who parked the Bugatti. They told her the new lodger. "OK," she said, "another super customer." She sat in her restaurant because, soon, the men without whom she may not prosper in her business may be coming. They were the regular billionaires who trusted her way: How she ran things for them codedly. Don Marcello came down to the coded restaurant and spotted her and sat with her. "Am I welcome? " Both of them gave each other a courteous smile. "You're highly welcome. I hope you're the new lodger? " asked Mrs P. Don Marcello nodded. "Do you know I'm the proprietress of this place? " she asked him. Don Marcello both nodded and smiled. Mrs P wanted to know his intention of sitting with her. She is the proprietress, not searching. As she cleared that point, she then began the PR. "How do you see this place? Just your honest rating. "Don Marcello
He swaggered into a club called The Cheetah and took a sharp peep into what was going on inside. He gave way from the door and later sat at a table with two girls One of the girls left her seat and sat next to him. "Sir, should I join you" Her smile was beautiful and she asked if his cigarette had finished. "No no. You care? " Don Marcello took out the pack from his chest pocket and opened it. She slipped out one stick clinically from the remaining eighteen sticks. Don Marcello gave her his lighter."This is pure gold? Lizz, see." She struck the light once. Lizzy rolled her eyes at Don Marcello again and again. She had been lusting after him " Sir, you are not living around. I have not seen you before. " she said across the table. Don Marcello agreed. " Does every girl come to this club? " he asked her. "Every girl? No. Do you mean every club girl? ""No. Any girl. Could any girl just follow her friends to come here? ""You are funny. Of course, no.""You said, of course, no.