F C Q

F C Q

By Angelina Souren

Copyright 2011 Angelina Souren

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 978-1-4658-6012-5

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Table of Contents

Impossible

Free from

Freedom

The milkman's daughter

Reggae peanuts

The tree of stuff

The tomato growers

Once upon a time in the east

Lousy birthdays

For the love of crazy childhoods

When the mind is empty

The fine art of chocolate marketing

Smoke and dragons

Polka dot dancing

Chocolate cherries

Perspective

Blackberry-picking

Magic

Apple sauce

Time flies

About this anthology

About the author

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Impossible

(November 2011)

You know I adore you, said the woman to the giraffe. But I can’t possibly have sex with you. Then she gently pushed him away.

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Free from

(September 2011)

He'd saved up to have enough to live on for a year and buy a camper van, and started traveling because he wanted to be free and find himself.

His iPhone was in its custom-made pod, his laptop too, and he had a satellite dish fixed to the roof and satellite internet set up.

A year later he came back as himself. He knew this was true because everybody recognized him as the guru he'd always been, and now he was free, truly free.

He kept the van, with the satellite dish and the pods for the pad and the tablet so that he could always take off again, be freer than free again. Oh, he was such a free spirit, and people admired him for it because they knew who he was, and never had to look for him in the dark.

So why did he still need a tie, a rope, a shackle, preventing him to move, keeping him pacing in place? I am afraid you see a problem, he said, and I am afraid I misjudged you. But being afraid, he said, did not really fit him, was not part of how people described him, wasn’t in his inherited makeup.

He fumed and stamped his feet, stampeded off, back, pulled back by the bungees that bound him and are destined to break when they need to, when the limits reveal themselves as castles in the air.

Soon.

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Freedom

(September 2011)

Are you looking for a tie to set you free or to bind you? asked the girl behind the shop counter and he honestly could not tell. "Just a tie, please, a blue one, silk