Prairie Songs
my novel
chapter Nine
He still stood facing the
mirror, rests on the edge of the
sink. The sound of water that dripping
from the tap does not seem
to hear. He was
silent, looking at the hollow face which is reflected in front of him, trying to recognize it.
Mustache and beard grow
tousled. His hair that actually
black looks so dull, unkempt beyond the shoulder.
Some wrinkles printed on his forehead. It was
so hollowed eyes,
no life there!, so
deep and empty, like a zombie eyes but more emptiness and
solitude hinted!.
His
hands moved
to open the glass box hanging on the left
side of the mirror. His gaze
were on a razor, there was still some foam and fine hair that sticking to the blade. With hesitation
he grabbed the razor
and put it on the
top lip then he fell silent again. He
is still looking for what he do that.
The razor move slowly. Yes, very slowly without a rhythm,
without soul. Again and again he washed
his face, trying to rid of all the grief
and pain that is
not go away.
It's
finished, now the face looks
clean, but still lifeless.
Wiping his face with a towel, he walked to the sofa and sat there.
He tried to set the pillows are scattered,
used sleep last night, even he did not know what
for.
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|
in solitude,
from the darkness, from the bottom of loneliness |
he grabbed the remote
control that lying on a table in
a stack of packs of cigarettes,
nutshell and few of beer cans. A romantic drama show
appeared on the screen once the remote is pressed.
His
left hand scratch waste that is
stack on the table, trying to find a a cigarette
for smoked. Mad did not find what he need, with a rough his thumb pressed the remote with a snort.
Now a reporter
reported that there has been a bomb blast that rocked a
hotel in Jakarta this morning, the JW Marriot.
The news continues with the
analysis of one media that
was launched in Singapore,
it is suspected that blasting carried out by a
terrorist organization called Jemaah Islamiyah.
crazy!.
What exactly are entrenched in their's brains?. WTC, Bali,
Marriot. After this then what else!
He really could not understand how the intelligence could
be so stupid. How
could someone could do all that?.
Why they can kill
other people?. Why does God let people like that take
the life of his wife!.
John shook his head while continuing to babbling. now he was really angry. His hands were raised to throw the remote in his
hand, destroying television
in front of him. But the fuck of Mike's face, novel,
and Karen stopped him.
John took a deep breath
then blow slowly. He stepped
into the bedroom, to the computer there. His
eyes became swollen watching dust-covered computer.
With all the feelings he rubbed
and blew it again and again. Dust that scattered forced him to close his eyes.
With a shudder he pushed the power button. Within seconds thousands of pixels
of a needle
gliding from wallpaper and straight stabbed
into his gut. His heart stopped beating, his fingers stiff.
His spirit was
sting, watched Karen that laughing so
happily. Her hands
open wide like the wings of angels. Beautiful
golden hair waving the wind. At the picture, Karen looked very happy when
John ran while
holding her.
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